Screwing seemed to be the local popular pastime. Apart from running away or fighting the enemy, the little fuckers screwed the day away it seemed to h...r. Giselle became just another cunt and the men soon lost the added interest that she was a westerner. They argued about the price, eventually, they stopped coming to the tent. Sake decided that Giselle had to do something else to earn her passage. He hit upon a brilliant idea. From some place, he had acquired a military message dog. He suggested. All during the meeting I couldn't help it but I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. That night we had a dinner and cocktail party to attend. We talked again but we both knew we both had to mingle with other guests. I left the party and went back to my room. I noticed I forgot to to close the door to his room. I closed it but not all the way. I went to bed. During the night I felt someone get into bed with me. I turned over and he made mad passionate love to me. We fell asleep in each others arms. The morning meditation instructions: I imagine that I am at the top of a staircase… I close my eyes… and watch myself walking… slowly, step… by step, down the staircase… I count each step… as I walk… slowly… down, watching myself… all the time… I tell myself… that as I slowly… go down, I am feeling… more… and more… relaxed, and I am moving… deeper… and deeper… into peace. I Imagine… that as I reach… the bottom… of the staircase, I am feeling… completely relaxed… and I am fully… at peace. I turn. Thanks again.’ And then they were all coming over to me, to shake my hand, pat me on the back, lay a hand across my arm, grab my shoulder, anything to show that they understood. I knew that they’d do it all again if they had to. It wasn’t until almost seven that night that I got to hold my Jan. She had been interviewed on the site, checked there by paramedics, and then flown back into town on helicopter one with the commander. The helicopter set down in a parking lot a block from the Sheriff.