Thank you guys for the response and love I get from . I got a few emails from ladies who live in Gujarat. They are in touch with me via hangout and ma...ls. Now without wasting your time, let’s jump to the story.Two months back, I got a mail from a lady name Disha (name change). She read my previous story and decided to mail me. We introduced each other and started to talk about normal things. She wasn’t sure how to express her feelings about sex and also doesn’t trust me yet. So I also didn’t. There’s more drug and alcohol abuse in our camp than in any occupation in the service. As a result, no one has any money. It’s all spent on trying to escape the drudgery. Between the depression and the drugs, suicide seems like an easy out.”“Celia, you’re killing me. You volunteered to go out there? How did you do that?”“I slept my way into the good graces of my basic trainer. He showed me a mockup of the NSAT. It wasn’t really the equivalent of the real test, which is all computerized, but he. What can I do to help you?" "Nothing," she replied, softly, putting her face into her hands. "You will not understand. You cannot help me." "I miss your mother too, very much. I do understand," he said, sure that he knew the cause of her pain, coming to her and putting his hand on her shoulder, feeling the smooth skin under his palm. He felt her shudder slightly at his touch but ignored it. "It isn't that. I accept her death because I must. There is nothing anyone can do about that. It is the. " But ... but..." I was struggling to find the answer."There are no buts, dear," Chloe answered. She was dressed as a nurse,and she was adding something to my IV--the familiar numbness swallowedme. "I will help you to look like a duty whore you are. All yourpathetic friends are going to droll over you."*****I wasn't sure if it was the effect of the drug and hypnoticsuggestions, or if I wasn't able to find a way out of Gleb's plan, butI did everything they ordered me to do. After two face.