.. at the hospital.I informed the Captain of the piece of metal stuck in Jack's ass. The Captain glanced at it and ordered, "Hell, pull it out, slap a...Band-Aid on his ass and get both your asses to the roof."I glared at the Captain and complained, "Sir! That is not the recommended treatment for this type of injury."The Captain challenged my statement, "Sgt. Blaine, since when did you become a medic?"I should have known better (and I DID know better), but I couldn't resist so I said, "Sir! I'm. Say you believe she's alive."There was nervous, confused laughter in the audience. Whatever the joke, they didn't get it."Okay," said Tanya with a sly grin. "Forget about believing. How 'bout imagining? How many of you guys can imagine fuckin' a dead girl?"Several cries of "all right" and "right on." How many imagine Lulu reviving and sucking their dick the way she sucked Brenda's tits?"A bigger and even more enthusiastic response."How many can imagine her fuckin' and suckin' her way through. They were schedule to leave the next day, so they finished up a few odds and ends that were left to do.That night they decided to celebrate their success as they knew their boss was going to be very thrilled with both of them. They went down to the bar area and had a few drinks as they chatted with one another. Even though they knew each other from work they got to know a lot more about each others private life.Ann had been married to the same man for almost 20 years and had two children. Ann. ”“Both ovaries had cancer,” he sighed. “They removed them, but they’re afraid it’s spread further. They didn’t see anything, but in more than half the cases it’s spread. She’s going to start on chemo.”“Can you tell me the full diagnosis?” I asked.“I figured you would ask. I wrote it down. It’s ‘papillary serous cystadenocarcinoma’, bilateral, and it usually spreads to the lining of a girl’s stomach.”“And the survival rate?” I asked.“They didn’t give no numbers, but the doctor said he’s.