We often wore non-uniform uniforms, had no dog tags, and carried no identifying information. Our clothes had no labels.I don't know if I secretly held...a death wish but I can tell you that the many brushes that I had with death were indeed exhilarating. When a buddy died it was a very fucking deep low. Being in the field was like experiencing a bi-polar disorder. I could not stay depressed very long because my senses were impaired when I was down. Impaired senses were not a good thing in the. ” “Just shut up,” the girl snapped, “because nothing you say is going to stop us doing this, darling!” “Doing what?” Jack enquired, but neither girl replied. When Jack reached the raised bathtub the first girl stepped behind him and kicked his heels slightly apart with the toe of her boot. “Shuffle forward,” she ordered. Jack obeyed moving until his feet were pressed against the pedestal of the bath. The girl kneeling on the other side smiled up at him from beneath the black peak of her cap.. "Their food arrived a short while later. After the waiter left, Guy set up his folding BDSM bench adjacent to the small table in the corner of the room while Dawn ate her toast with a glass of water."All right, Dawn," said Guy as he stood by the bench leering at her, "Take your clothes off. Slaves don't wear clothes indoors in my presence." Can I undress in the bathroom, Daddy? I know you'll be seeing me naked in a minute anyway, but I'm nervous. We hardly know each other. Does that sound weird. ”Kelly answered, “I’ll think about it.”The doctor nodded and then said, “Let me examine the patient now.”The doctor examined Bob carefully. He shook his head at the results. He turned to Kelly and said, “He took quite a crack on the head last night. I’m afraid that he has some swelling. It’s not much, but I’m going to have to relieve some of the pressure. I’m sure that you understand that procedure. While I’m doing that, why don’t you and your friend go into Beth’s old office? She had a couch.