So why does anybody want that kind of job?”“Being a leader? Doesn’t everybody want to lead, be at the front of the line?”“I sure don’t,”...she told him flatly.“Oh?” He looked at her with raised eyebrows. “You’re doing all this with Minacou and Kitik for the sheer joy of doing it? No plans to publish, make a name for yourself, get to the top of your field?”“That’s different!” He continued to look at her with an unaltered expression. “OK, maybe it’s not completely different,” she finally,. ‘Right lets get you all cleaned up so Miss’ said Rob as he lead Jane towards the bathroom. The bathroom was large and warm with a huge walk-in shower in the middle of the room. Fresh, clean towels were pilled high in a basket on the side of the sink and there was a mirrored finish on three of the four walls. Rob leaned in and turned on the hot shower. There were jets on 3 sides at adjustable angles and two small benches where you could rest. The fourth side was a floor to ceiling glass divide. "Why don't you fuck my...pussy again?" Danny said, filledwith shame.Sandra lightly giggled in his ear, with her new low voice, but in herusual manner he loved so much to hear when she was playfully teasing him."What pussy?" and she proceeded to put her hand on his crotch.Danny felt her grabbing him in a place that wasn't there for a long time.He had his dick again! And Sandra was masturbating it lightly! He spentso much time without it he even forgot how it felt to have it."So my little slut. While serving with his unit in one of the less politically stable areas of the world, Captain Gerry Westwood lost a leg above the knee to an IED – an 'improvised explosive device'. Only quick action by a young private, also in pain from the blast, in applying a tourniquet, prevented him from bleeding out. He was mercifully unconscious courtesy of a shot of morphine for a short, jolting ride back to camp and a surgical unit, and was back in Britain within the week.Delia didn't know Gerry was.