We used to joke about the double anal/vagina dildo's and I told her that I am so tempted to by one but my mum would do her nut finding one of those in...my home.She laughed, when I told her, I guessed she was already imagining the embarrassing situations.As friends we were always buying each other little sort, fluffy, fun presents for birthdays and Christmas. I'd bout her furry and cuffs and naughty open crotch undies and a beaded wand, I said for stirring her coffee.She in return had bought me. All she knew back then was that she wanted to save lives and being a doctor was just too expensive for her and her parents to afford. Nursing seemed the logical step, so now she was here and all she knew was that these young warriors needed her to bring them home alive. ‘FOR WHAT?’ she had screamed one drunken night in the Officer’s Club, ‘FOR WHAT? To keep them alive so they can go back to kill or die?’ she was sobbing and incoherent as she threw the bar-stool into the rack of bottles, ‘IT’S. I didn’t expect to find anyone sitting in it. Is there something I can do to help you?’ ‘Maybe. I need a ride home, and I don’t have any money with me for a cab or even a bus. It’s in Tempe, about a twenty minute drive. Would you please take me there?’ ‘Well, to use your word, maybe. I don’t know you or anything about you, and before I go driving around town with a perfect stranger I’d like to know what this is all about.’ ‘Fair enough. This all happened an hour ago, and I’m still upset over. He needed some help around the house as he recently had an accident. I got the address, packed my bags and went to his house. He was tall, he had white hair all over his body, a hunky build and a bald head. He looked at me from head to toe. The first day was pretty normal, he showed me the house and explained the chores i needed to do. He also told me he needed a massage now i felt weird at this, but i was getting who am i to complain. The first day the work was not much just making him food.