So you wait. Stand as ordered, formed in a regulation square. And wait to hear what platitudes shall be offered.Crap, of course. Total crap. We were t...ld that we would be holding the line. A very fresh faced young officer, doing the telling, still looking rumpled from the brief helicopter flight into the forward areas, must have known — must have seen, if he'd bothered to look down — that the 'line' no longer existed. Might even have noticed, had he but eyes to see, that the men gathered so. . well...”“Am I right, Nicolette? Are you turned on right now?”“I ... a bit.”“A bit?”Nicolette was visibly flushed, and had begun to squirm in her soat.“Yes, okay! I’m ... I’m turned on.”“Good.”Mr. Foster sat back, and Nicolette suddenly felt like she could breathe again.“Of course, you can’t have sex right now - not until you take Duncan. But God is love, after all, and self-love is the greatest pleasure of all. Why don’t you take care of it?”“Um...”Reaching into Nicolette’s mind, the demon. As I was leaving, she held my arm, thanking me and saying, “come back and chat to me, when you have time.” It took a half hour or so to clear up, stow away and serve nightcaps. Ms Johansson had a brandy and as I passed it to her our fingers touched, and lingered a little longer than was necessary. I went back to the galley and took a swig myself as the other two were still in the cabin; my heart was thumping. The chief steward came through and said it was time to go to night mode, to allow the. .. 12 streams!“War wound??” “Nah my zipper’s stuck”A golfer is in a competitive match with a friend, who is ahead by a couple of strokes. “Boy, I’d give anything to sink this putt” the golfer mumbles to himself.Just then, a stranger walks up beside him and whispers “Would you be willing to give up a quarter of your sex life to sink the putt?”Thinking the man is crazy and his answer will be meaningless, the golfer also feels that maybe this is a good omen, so he says “Sounds good to me” and.