The bed was hard. My arm ached. Light was too bright when I opened my eyes. I saw chrome; sunlight reflecting painfully off the chrome frame of a wall...mirror. Noise intruded in the form of a constant background hubbub. Smell arrived; rubbing alcohol, Pine-Sol floor cleaner. The sheets felt rough, starched, institutional."How are you feeling, Mr. McDaniel?"Just turning my head hurt. My brain was painful. An Asian nurse smiled at me as she picked up a digital thermometer from the bedside table.. I think he would break his arm if he thought about getting into a brawl with anyone.’ She laughed again as we went through the door. ‘Yes, you’re probably right. I think he’s the driver. Renee has a black belt in some form of martial art.’ Michael stood in the doorway for a moment and considered the rain pouring down in front of them and how wet he was about to get. ‘You wait here a moment and I’ll go and get the car. How do you feel about pizza?’ ‘Pizza is fine,’ Clare said and Michael. “It was even more fun when we all three were there. Even better than what I used to have with my husband,” she added. “He did not have that big dick as yours,” she pointed at my dick.I was really happy to hear that. “Even this dick feels small when wrapped in your hair,” I complimented her. She blushed and said, “ He (my dick) will be enjoying even more, today!”(holding my dick)I could not believe she was still not tired from so much fucking last night. Finally, Gayatri came with coffee for all. ‘Sit down Private Rickmers, please.’ When Hans complied, the colonel opened a drawer of his desk, removed Ruth’s letter, and handed it to Hans. ‘Write a response to her. I will see that it gets past the censor. Invent the name of a Gentile French girl, and tell her to use it. When this war is over, find her. Marry her. I do not expect to outlive the Third Reich. The two of you will be needed to help rebuild the world when this war is over.’ The colonel reached into the drawer of his desk, and.