In March of 1969 I applied and was accepted to join the Royal Army. I was placed with the RAMC (the Royal Army Medical Corps) and by the end of 1969 I...d completed all my training.The only thing left was to pass out from training. I was in the top one percent and very proud of having done so well. There were even mutters about the possibility of my being sent to Sandhurst, the Officer's School. On the 3rd of January I passed out from training. My parents were in the audience to watch me march. I trust John. Don't you think he is good looking?” “You know he is not my type!” "I know but that doesn't matter. He works out and he always talks about how good he is in the sack with Kate. I think you need a good fucking and it would be so hot to watch you two have sex." “I can't believe you!” She looked me in the eye and paused as she considered. “It would really turn you on?” “Yes, baby. Let's get crazy for once.” My heart started to pound in my chest as I waited for her to respond. . The nanites had already closed the cut for me. Mrs. Polkins looked astonished at my appendage for a few seconds, flipping it over, and then rubbed her thumb across where the blood had been."Huh, what do you know," she said in wonder. "The blood had to have come from somewhere..." She continued to rub my hand, and despite my worries and concerns over the last couple days, her light caresses of my hand were starting to turn me on. When her light caresses turned into a hand massage, I finally. But eventually, he gets around to prying open his box and eating.“Good?” the woman inquires with an expression of seemingly genuine interest.“Hmm?” he snaps out of his daze, barely aware that he is even eating. “Oh yeah, it’s nice,” he replies.“That’s good,” Rachele nods with a satisfied smile. “I don’t order out very often. When I do buy dinner, I normally go out to a place across town. They don’t have delivery, but I have these days where I’m really looking for something that I can’t cook.