We’d been messaging a few guys through chat rooms but one in particular seemed to get my wife’s interest. He’d picked up her nervousness through...chats and seemed to say the right things to relax her and suggested taking things slowly. His name was Alex and he invited us to meet him at a hotel for drinks and chat and see what came of it. He suggested that if my wife wanted to take things easy and slowly we could have a bit heavy petting and mutual masturbation as a sort of introduction to each. Fan.biological.weapons and alt.fan.germ.warfare newsgroups on the Internet. It would give him some bit of encouragement and make him smile. He may be old, but his mind was still as sharp as it was in the old days. He could still be of some use to someone. He had read about the ethnic cleansing in Kosovo and figured that he could be of some help, but no one called. One night while he was reading an article he had downloaded entitled"No Guilt Genocide: How To Kill All The People You Want And. The club was great. I think they had every piece of exercise equipment ever imagined.We got there about eleven, and the Cougars were about twenty minutes behind us. For the next hour the two teams ran around the club trying everything. There was a lot of trash talk, but no trouble. After all this was Washington, not Chicago.The Seahawks were scheduled to meet us at noon and managed to get there before one thirty. It was obvious that they had better things to do. At least, it was obvious after. "in the field."At any rate, when our shift ended, we took Shelly back to her car. She thanked us for letting her "tag along," and we thanked her for the company and the help with some of our patients.A few days later, I stopped by Shelly's hospital to check on a patient I'd brought in. Shelly was just getting off her day shift in the ER. We agreed to get together, but I really can't remember who asked whom.After sharing a drink, she asked if I'd like to talk more about our medical experience.