He had looked at all our notebooks, and said some harsh, but unfortunately entirely true, things about my handwriting."You will have to make a special...effort to make it legible to others; it's no use you saying that you can read it perfectly well! You seem to have all the detail of the process recorded, but when you've made a mistake, don't overwrite it with the correct figure, cross it out neatly and write the figure in again. That way you - or more importantly someone else - will more easily. Webb pushed his way inside the circle and handed the phone to the officer. At first the officer was reluctant to accept until Joe translated for him. He held the phone to his ear and immediately his entire disposition changed. He became humble and very cooperative, finally handing the phone back to Webb and telling us through Joe that we were free to go.Doc Johnson piped in that he was still missing two med bags and the head officer snapped his fingers to get the attention of the army officer. Her battered old phone told her she had thirty minutes in which to make the five-minute walk, should she decide to do so—she still did not know with certainty that she would. It was little more than desperation and the memory of a now dust-covered dream of her youth, buried away in a rarely visited corner of her mind, that had brought her this far. What prompted her first step in the direction of the address that repeated on loop in her head was the daunting realisation that her purse contained. Lying on top of her was a pimply faced nerd with askinny and pathetic body who stood no more than five-six. This boy worked as a mail clerk in the officewhere she was employed and he wouldn’t draw a secondglance on the beach or however well dressed he might bein a public forum.One thing was unquestionably and decisively theopposite of the ideal male who would be the first tolie between her thighs. Ah yes, the young male lyingatop her nude body and which at this very moment intime included.