I was going to muster out from there, 'cause that's where my residence was. It was still a long flight though, and my ass was sore.In the time I'd bee... in Germany, I'd learned to hobble about on crutches, and I started my therapy with the Mistress of Pain, Captain Marjorie Fletcher. She was the original 'No Pain, No Gain' gal. She was going to be handing me off to some other therapist in the VA hospital system. It would all depend on where we settled to live.I wondered if there was still a. She danced on the floor, shaking her ass in a school girls outfit, shaking her ass in your face and giving you a private show in the booth when finding out it was your birthday. You only knew her by Desire and the desire to see her again had been growing. When her private show had been done, you saw her in the bar a few minutes later. She smiled at you and pressed her body against yours, whispering to come in again anytime. She kissed your cheek and left. You had come back every Friday that. Instead he told me how Belinda had fallen asleep at the wheel, how her minivan had crossed the centerline, how the oncoming semi had obliterated my family.I'd read widely enough to know what the word "automaton" meant. I became one. I managed to dress in my navy-blue suit for the funeral. I managed not to vomit at the sight of their caskets. My two sisters held me up and got me through the service, and even propped me through the obligatory reception after the service. Then I cast them away, as. ." "Becky, you don't need counseling so much as someone you can talk to who can relate to your feelings. I'd love to talk to you more about those feelings but not at school. Not as your counselor but as your friend. Would you like that?" "Oh, I'd love that Mrs. Johnston!" "OK. are you busy on Saturday afternoon?" "No, I don't have many friends I trust at the moment." "Would you like to come to my place? David, Mr. Johnston, will be out all afternoon. I'd love you to visit but only if you.