Additional divisions are going to bemobilized for the protection of the motherland. Second, mass conscriptionis going to be introduced. All able bodie... men and women between fourteenand thirty will be required. The tsar is aiming for a troop deployment ofone million. Factories will increase production of the T120s and hunterkiller SSNs. We have reports of German Boomers targeting our capitals. Icall on our leaders to reject Ribbentrop's proposal. That is only a trap.I know they are proposing. But after 20 minutes of awkward chitchat nothing was happening. So the door cracks open and my mother takes a peek in at us to see if things are working out.Mother sees the lack of action and takes over, directing like Steven Spielberg. She commences to start undressing her friend with a running commentary to me of things like, “Steve, doesn’t Doris’ hair look nice today?” and, “Isn’t this a nice blouse?” as she removed it. “Steve, don’t her breasts look sexy in her lacy bra?” And, actually,. "That is great. When do you want me to pick you up?" I will be ready at seven thirty, is that fine with you?"Was that OK with me? Of course it was fine with me. I would have picked her up at any time she wanted, even right now if she had insisted on it."Very well, I will be at your place at seven thirty. See you then."At last I finally had done it. I felt exhilarated with joy, as I remained frozen in front of the phone. In the back of my mind I was afraid to hear it ring with Rachel telling me. "You wanna know what I see?" I asked.She shook her head as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've got stretch marks and fat. That's what you see."I pulled her other leg onto the bed, settling her into a mostly prone position, propped by three pillows. I gently but firmly pulled the towel from her chest.I placed a finger on a stretch mark, at its origin high up on her chest, and traced it down its length, ending somewhere around mid-breast. "You know what this is?" I asked quietly."Yeah, it's.