Reynolds dog tags and made sure he didn't have anything else metal on him.Sgt. Blaine looked at me and requested, "Sir, would it be possible for you t... guard my rifle while I go into the MRI room with Sgt. Reynolds?"I replied, "Yes Sgt., I will keep it safe."The technician also took all the metal items from Sgt. Blaine. He accompanied Sgt. Reynolds into the MRI room while I watched the rifle case and tried to figure out what sort of illegal shit Sgt. Blaine was doing to earn extra. " By what, a Euro? These things go up and down all the time, Troels. You can select whatever statistics you want and look at them any way you like. It's different from country to country, city to city. I mean, what makes you think you're allowed to separate out sex workers and all the others like that? That's the idea, they're both just as legitimate as each other, that's the whole point." But they're not. Are they, Kathy? Fifty percent of women still baulk at the idea of..." You mean the fifty. Would you mind?”“No, I don’t mind. Why? Are you getting cold or something?” I inquired, ready to lend her my sweater if she was.“Nope, not cold at all. It’s just that the things I’m gonna do to you tonight are getting me so damned hot that I think I’m gonna have to rinse out these panties in the morning. So unless you want me to do you right here on this trail, I’d like to get back to the tent as soon as we can.” There was that lustful tone of hers that made my blood boil, and I almost spun her. The more I drank in the bath the hornier I became thinking of how hard I was fucked in the toilets last time by John and wondered if he would be there again. So I dressed in my best underwear (check my bathroom picks all in black bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings) and wore my black above the knee dress and high heels. I was wet even before I put my panties on.When we got to the pub we sat at stools at the bar. I noticed the landlord kept giving me strange looks and smirking. I didn’t.