In fact, she was stark naked at home most of the time. If she got home from class or the store, the first thing she did was pull off her blouse or t-s...irt and kick off her shorts. She never wore underwear. If she wasn't going anywhere that day, she stayed nude all day and night. On many occasions she stayed nude for forty-eight and seventy-two-hour stretches. Carla called them her "nudie marathons."My girlfriend was also often stark naked outside of the apartment, too. She spent many an. She really wanted more then one wish and she was willing to slow down and think instead of just giving up and making a half assed wish like infinite money. That would crash the economy and money would become worthless, so having infinite money was a bad call. Immortality? Watch everyone grow old and die around you until the sun exploded and choke in space for all eternity... yea no. It had to be something that she could manipulate later when she started getting bored with it. Something that. I needed to be sharper. Chances were that some sort of game wasafoot, and wherever Mantra is concerned, games usually turn out to bepainful and bloody. I put the key into the lock, turned it. At the last instant I decided tosummon up my magical shield. An ultra never knows when he is walkinginto a hail of machinegun slugs, or some other, equally unwelcome,surprise. That is, I ~tried~ to call up my shield, but nothing happened. To mydismay, I felt as inert as a stick of firewood. The magic just. He's one of my soldiers." What do you do in second squad, Specialist Simmons?" asked Carly formally."I hump a base plate," said the young man. He seemed proud of that."Hump?" Carly's voice went up a notch."He means carry," said Tom. "He's on a mortar team, and he carries the thing the mortar tube sits on." And mortars go up in the air and back down ... right?" Carly looked unsure."Right where we want 'em to," said Simmons. "And Sergeant Rawlinson makes sure we do." I'm sort of his supervisor,".