I probably would have had to be institutionalized after being gangbanged for ... well, for any amount of time. I would have lost my freaking mind!Now,...though, I'm only mildly embarrassed. I'm more worried about what Rob is thinking than what all those other people are thinking when they look at us and pictures us on our hands and knees getting fucked by as many as sixty men. I finally responded, "Probably not. But I've been through more with Josh than you have. Give it time."Linda looked up. We have enough cold-weather clothing to leave; I could pull Jewels’ SUV behind my truck. Sara likes my truck, is constantly asking to drive it. I tease her by telling. “I will let my wife drive us home after we’re out of the city.” First time I said this it took a second or two before Sara realized what I meant in the look of disappointment washing away by an excited smile.I'm really enjoying just being with them, my uneasiness has washed away. Being in their presence gives me calm easy. Misti, hearing the words "sent overseas" was shocked. "Where will they send you?" she asked. He turned to face her, telling her, " They are sending me to Germany, again. I will be assigned to the base at Rhein-Main, where we were, before. I will be a line chief this time, with, most likely, 6 to 10 people working under me. I will live in the Bachelor Enlisted Quarters, and eat in the Mess Hall. If that's what WE decide. If I take the Warrant, I'll be locked in for another 6 years, and I'll be. So what you gonna wear for Nigel? Sorry, for Poochy Poochy Poo Poo?”“Dunno. Probably one of my black leather numbers. He brings out my dominatrix side, I find.”“Nice one, babe. Don’t forget the whip.”“Ha ha ha. I reckon he would let me if I wanted to. Guy’s a born submissive. He’d probably pay for it.”“It’s a thought, babe, isn’t it.”“It is, yeah.”We joshed around a bit about that. The idea of me luring Nigel into abject slavery. Maybe I could start bringing him back to the flat for me and Cin.