In the bedroom, she slipped into her clothing, a bra, skirt, and blouse. Slipping on a pair of low heels she looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted...her collar. She did not look like someone embarking on a late night trip to do laundry. She recalled the days long ago when going to the laundry meant an opportunity to dress down and be a slob.She loaded up the car and headed out.At the office, he sat and looked at the phone for a few minutes as he contemplated their phone call. He had been. She had been assigned to support a different raiding party.Within the first hour of the game, Kristi’s group had attacked an enemy raiding party and captured all but one of their group. Now, nine white uniforms lay in a box in the black camp and nine naked women stood in a cage, hoping to be rescued.Kristi’s raid was the most dramatic of the day. The rest of the captures were onesies and twosies. Kristi did lead an attack on the white base camp at one point and freed all of her teammates who. If ever you have met a guy that was obsessed with their truck I was that guy. I loved and worshipped my truck and poured every single dime that I had into it. I had tricked it out pretty well, so like I said I was obsessed. It was weird though–I didn’t even think about it, like who gave a fuck about my truck? It was a big stupid piece of metal, who cares? My truck suddenly became very unimportant to me as I got my priorities straight and put all my concern into Ashley. The wreck scared us both. There was a strapattached to the top of the head harness, efficiently holding my head back uncomfortably,but I quietly appreciated the messy alternative of having my face resting onthe floor amidst my own spittle. My knees burned and my feet cramped, as I switched from pointing my toesto tucking them in as if I could squat. The spreader bar between my anklesheld me fast, as did the cuffs locked to the middle of the bar for my wrists.With arms stretched down my front and between my legs, I.