And the one responsible for all that was me. I was the only one who directed the outrageously complex traffic of MTS. Every semi-truck breakdown, ever... flat tire on a bobtail, every misdirected destination for this or that van was my personal pain in the ass. The odd thing? I loved it. It kept me from thinking too much about my Rozelle and how much I missed her. But invariably that changed at 5:00. At closing I would seek out my therapist at the Mustang B&G, either Juniper or Barry depending on. I queued up the worst hit first and began doing whatever I could to get them stable so we could then evacuate them to the main hospital.It was tough. I hadn’t really been trained to do any of this, but driven by instinct and a desire to keep all these guys alive, I did all I could. In the end, they all survived. I was back at the base still patching when a doctor saw me coated in blood and still working away. He strode up to me, surveyed what was going on, what I had done and quickly hurried. We finished at about the same time and I got up, took his plate from himand carried it over to the fire. I swear I could feel his eyes checkingout my ass and I bent from the waist, legs perfectly straight, to placethe paperware in the coals. I stood up very slowly, really feeling allthat delightful soreness in my legs, hips, and lower back but never let onfor a second, I turned and asked coyly, "Like what you see?"He kind of croaked out a rough "Oh yeah!" and just sat there staring.I came over. When she looked over at me, I smiled and said hi. She smiled and I saw her eyes drop down to look at her feet. I heard a very soft “hi,” and then she looked back at the k**s playing. I leaned over closer to her so she could feel my body lean into her, “your son is adorable,” I said. Once again she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and that demure look, “thank you,” she almost whispered. Her shy submissive behavior turned me on even more and I had to fight to control the hard-on.