"She tilted her head to the side. "What dilemma?"I nodded. "Before I ask, understand that our one running rule is that you don't do anything you don't...want to. Simple and to the point."She nodded.I turned and extracted Yvonne from behind the others. She stood meekly in her tight top and thong. "Yvonne ended up being the subject of my latest development and is in need of something that fits properly. The dress she had for tonight won't fit."Jeri was looking Yvonne over, nodding. She wasn't. . really. After all, this was such an absurd situation that we were in, being her intimate bath attendant, that I spoke almost without thinking.“Look, if I’m going to scrub any deeper there, you’re going to end up with a bar of soap or a few fingers going up your ass. Really, to get that ... area, any cleaner, I’d have to use my tongue.”“Oh ... really?” She queried, and without the slightest hint of amusement or irony, “well, if that’s what you need to do get it all really clean and stop the. She won't even sit up to grab a drink sitting two feet away, and it's no small miracle that she's as skinny as she is.“Daaayvid,” She calls again, clearly impatient.“Whatever it is, get it yourself this time.” I shout back down.A reluctant “fine” can be heard from below as I resume my delightfully melancholy thoughts. Eventually it starts to get dark and I begin preparing for bed. I consider masturbating, but discard the thought as I don't want to break the “Zen state” that has become so hard. I don't know if it was true, but the rumor was running rampant among our troops that the only people facing us were the hard-core Waffen SS types that had sworn personal allegiance to the boss and to the general. There was no love lost there, and our men would delight in taking some shots at those bastards who had made life difficult for even the regular joes in the Army.We probably out gunned the enemy, and we certainly outnumbered them, so we were pretty sure of winning the coming battle. We.