Stacy was an architect in the design group, and I was a civil engineer in the construction group, so we did not have a direct reporting relationship t...at would be in conflict with our human resources policies. I was out of the office on job sites much of the time anyway, so we had very little contact in the office.Stacy was 29 years old, 5’4” and weighed 125 pounds, and was also very attractive. She didn’t fit the definition of a classic beauty, but was instead one of those sassy and sexy women. It was caring for the horses in now-time that gave us the idea of what to do with the soldiers. We shared all the thoughts at the same time. Bells and Bows were right there with us and met us on the run.We didn’t exactly stay in the upper pasture where we’d been told. The horses told us there was no threat from that direction. But there were two gates that held the rest of the horses in the river pasture. We opened the paddock gate and the two horses followed us, even though their feet were. . the truth? Or maybe a little white lie so he wouldn't worry. No, he deserved the truth. "It's bad Rader maybe even fatal if we can't get you to a hospital. You've got a piece of shrapnel at the base of your brain and I think its leaking spinal fluid into the cranial cavity. In the next 10-12 hours we've got to get that shrapnel out of your brain or it will swell and shut down some bodily functions, like your heart and lungs." Swell, just fucking swell. Oh, I'm sorry ma'am." No problem Rader,. ” Heartbroken that he couldn’t stay, Drew left. Melissa wanted to fuck. I was almost too emotionally wracked to do so but that’s almost. A nineteen-year-old’s libido has a mind of its own. Melissa had an orgasm and so did I. For me, it was no more satisfying than jerking off. When I got back to the room Drew was snoring. Thank God he was asleep; I’m not sure what I could have said to him if he had been awake. The next day I told Drew what he had done. Strangely, it didn’t seem to bother him. It.