The Army must have opened the vaults. They even had a name-redacted medical report detailing my wounds. I was plopped down next to a graphic artist wh... had already created an overhead map of Whiskey and the outlying areas. He had me go through the attack, pointing on the screen to where everybody was at each moment, and where and when they had been hit. Ultimately it would be rendered in color and done in 3D, like a giant video game. As painful as it was, I had to admit, it was damn. She worked at a local fast-food restaurant and was forced to wear an awkwardly fitting, bright orange shirt that rose up and showed her stomach every time she reached up for something. And, it was so tight in the chest area she felt she could hardly breathe unless she left all the top buttons open. She wasn't particularly skinny, not fat either, but she'd recently gained a few pounds that all went to her ass or boobs - not helping her clothes fit better in any way. She eyed herself in the. I decided that I was to supposed to guess what this command meant, and tried rising to my feet. For my pains I was greeted with three more blows from the switch, and a brutal tug on the leash and took my breath away and threw me onto my belly on the hardwood floor. I lay there, not daring to move, my face and breasts literally pressed against the floor. In an attempt to pacify my trainer, I spread my legs as widely as possible. That at least seemed expected of me more often than not. The switch. "smiled his mother. "You wanted." Oh boy." Owen began to perspire."Go look at yourself in the mirror like you did before I saw you andsee for yourself, then when I get back in a minute we'll be ready togo," said his mother, stepping back and inspecting him one last time."If you're honest with yourself like I asked you to be earlier, thenall you'll see now is a this pristine and precious little angel, sodaddy will be fine with it. He's always wanted another little princessanyway, and today.