"It's Gretchen. She's going to be okay, but there was an incident." Tell me," his commanded, his voice filled with worry.On any other subject, I'd hav... reacted to that tone like a cat to a dog, but not about Gretchen. She was sacred ground for both of us."I can't go into the details - I don't have some and don't have the time, regardless - but she almost went over the side of the ship. I'm still waiting for the doctor to look at the x-rays, but her shoulder was dislocated and she might have. "Of course. We have an hour before Bonnie is shipped off,and I'm sure he'd enjoy watching Frilly being prepared for his newlife."In response, poor Bonnie squealed with an even greater fury into hisfat dummy gag and Miss Erickson burst out laughing. Bonnie shook hishead with a terrible desperation, tears continuing to stream from histerror widened eyes and over his alabaster coloured cheeks.At that point, the door opened and the beautiful, elegant andincredibly sexy Daisy tottered sweetly into. Some back ground, she was about 5'10 tall had a slim almost hour glass figure, a beautiful pair of 36D's, We knew of each other throughout our military assignments over the years, she was married to a senior NCO from another command. I was assigned to a few commands that coincided with her assignments from time to time and we got along together great. Now to the storyLt Col L and I had been selected to attend a conference together, at this time she was very pregnant and had started lactating, . I wore jeans a t-shirt and then put whatever on top of that, to make it work. If I was in the south, I could be wearing a golf shirt. If it were cold, a flannel would be my choice of the day. It was late winter or early March, when I found myself in a truck with my first female driver. Her name was Cherie (Shur-ee) Perry. She wasn't old and she wasn't ugly. We had just left Salt Lake City heading for Flint, Michigan.Cherie told me that she'd been driving for eight years starting when she was.