"Didn't you become a Commander in the Navy?" Yes", he said, puzzling over the meaning.She leaned into him, pressing him with her body. Her soft lips b...ushing his earlobe, "then command me," she whispered.Her answer raised the hair on the back of George's neck. Her passion pleased him, but his loss of control triggered alarms. It was premature. They must pause and savor. Searching for a graceful recovery he caressed her cheek, and then kissed gently. Her pulse quickened. Finally, she believed. I very lucidly presented all the reasons why it shouldn't be me.You've been there: high blood pressure, change in voting patterns, loss of interest in televised sports. The stories are legend. So it only made sense for... me to have a vasectomy. Which I did. Hey. No change in blood pressure. I could watch football games for ten hours straight and I had never voted anyway. She never even apologized.But the vasectomy meant that there could be no good reason why the prophylactics would be in the. Why not? Please, have a seat."Their conversation was pleasant - pleasant and unthreatening.Mickey, Karen learned, was new to the area. He told her that he had been an MP in the Army, but had decided not to re-up. Having been stationed at a nearby base for a six month tour of duty during one of the earlier years his enlistment, Mickey, upon hearing the scuttlebutt about how the local police department was willing to pay a signing bonus for any individual who had a prior law enforcement. In fact, everything…seemed to mean nothing to him.If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed himself. If someone were to come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in.