He felt a tightening in his throat, he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. They leaned slowly towards one another, kissing lightly,...both trembling slightly. He looked at her once again and felt tears welling up in his eyes, and saw that hers, too, were sparkling in the firelight."I have taken the liberty of warming some oil, for your massage. I think you will enjoy the evening I have planned." He smiled gently, knowing that she would not soon forget this night."If you would. (I hate it when they keep telling me not to worry!) The lady combing my hair and parting it in different places asked Lucy what she wanted. (What she wanted? How about what I wanted?)Lucy walked behind me and I felt her pull my hair up and into a ponytail. She said this is for work. Then she said I needed some body for when my hair was not in a ponytail. It should just fall and with a few brush strokes keep its shape. The lady then asked Lucy about length. Lucy told her to keep it long and to. ''Well, that explains everything ... clear as mud, thanks very fuckin' much! Now how 'bout trying again in English.'The second voice sighed heavily. 'It's not that simple ... I wish it were. I think it's a combination of things. First there's all the stress and emotional trauma at home. Second would be work related stress and third would be the cracks on the head from the collision. He doesn't want to remember ... not them, not us, not himself.''He's gonna get us all killed!''You think I don't. This was, indeed, a sobering thing to see. Both of them were so impressed and, yes, shaken by the experience that they just headed home to report their results.Fortunately, Cindy was carrying a digital camera, so she was able to record the initial firing of the gun and the aftermath for the people at home to see what had happened. This was important, because they would not have been able to believe the results without some visual proof.As soon as the after-action meeting was begun and the.