It would certainly come in handy, considering the fact that my men and I had only a few items in our kit that we carried to use as field bandages, and...that was it.“So what’s your name?” I asked the young woman as I helped her up on the examining table in the sickbay operating room. The table, the overhead lighting and a couple of rolling chairs were all that was really left in the place. I had the wounded man sitting on one of the chairs.“Carmen ... Carmen Rodriguez,” the young woman told me,. Part of that change was the direct result of perceived problems with the whole system. The honeymoon was over and reality was creeping back into their lives. Reality bites, sometimes, and makes us contemplate changing things. We think we can “fix” perceived unhappiness, even before it gets here. What are insurance, retirement savings, and the like, if not an attempt to stave off potential unhappiness? You are reminded that insurance never pays the whole bill, though, and there’s never enough. Slim, fit with dark brown hair. I remember when I first developed a taste for her. One evening I saw that she was hanging her laundry out to dry in the backyard, and what piqued my interest was her underwear hanging on the line, in particular, a bright red bra and a zebra a****l print one. It was kind of racy to me, for a older mother to still be wearing these sort of things. Because as far as I had seen, she didn't outwardly dress sexy or provocatively. I just felt so flushed and was temped to. “Has Mistress not told you about tonight?” She asked.“Only that there is a party,” I replied.“Oh no,” she said, with a giggle, “Lien and I have a party to which you and many others are invited. We invite the people we like, we make the rules, and we decide who fucks who. Except for our special friends like you, we charge 300 Euros per person, and people in France are online in Facebook offering 3,000 Euros to try to get an invitation. This is THE Party.Everyone has to visit a named STI Clinic.