I went to bed on Sunday night feeling "electric" - and as I was changing started to look at myself. What did he see in me? I peeled my clothes off - a...d studied myself - looking for those imperfections that would mean he wouldn't want anything to do with me.My long mousy brown hair was straggly and looking unkempt, my face was pretty enough but hidden behind glasses. My boobs were not much more than small bumps. I ran my fingers over them - over the nipple. I'd never before felt the urge to. Vasquez was in charge of communications, and was the first one to prove co-operative. Under Emily's subtle guidance he had done a lot to find the escaped Germans, and arrange the strategic roadblocks that had resulted in the capture of all the trucks and personnel. Emily was quite taken with the boy. The two of them were like high schoolers at the table; giggling, holding hands, gazing lovesick at each other. If it hadn't been so cute it might have made the others nauseous. Laraine had latched. . it’s just putting me in a difficult position.”“What position?”He hesitated for a long while before telling me, “All the guys ... they want to know if I’m fucking you. So far, I’ve been able to tell them the truth—that I’m not fucking you. Fortunately, they haven’t asked if we’re fooling around. And too, I hope it’s not going to be long before we are fucking. What will I tell them then?”“Hrm, give me a minute to think about that.” I told him. And then, after what seemed like a very long time,. .. so you'll have to trust me here. Remember. I know what you've got here," and she tapped the book, "and I know why. If you want me to trust you, you'll have to trust me. Understood?" Her employee nodded again, slower this time. What would she want her to do with the torn cloth? She was only a modest seamstress, and she couldn't imagine what else the strips were for. "Stand up, please." the Boss stood herself and looked sternly down at the woman. She quickly hopped to her feet. "Good." Her.