. ?" this from the older female.Doctor Bales' tone became very formal."Mrs. Wagner, there doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with Michael, o...tside of his broken wrists. However, we still need to run a full battery of tests tomorrow, er ... I mean today. After breakfast," Dr. Bales replied, looking at her over the tops of his glasses. "He's also very weak from lying here for almost six weeks. As soon as he has some mobility and gains some strength, he should be able to go home.. She had on a short red dress and a pair of black boots, while I was in my dress blues. I had just finished getting everything on but my jacket when she walked out of the bathroom, her boots clicking on the tile floor caught my attention and I looked up."You look ravishing" I said kissing her hand."You're not looking too bad yourself" she said looking me up and down."I don't even have the jacket on and you want to rip these clothes off? Wait till later and maybe, if your a good girl, I'll. The three men were trained killers. The first one was Corporal Igor Bogomolov. Born in Petrograd on October 25th, 1965, enlisted in the Russian army at the age of sixteen, transferred to the Russian spetsnaz and trained as a sniper, deployed with his unit to Afghanistan in 1985. He vanished on a long range mission with two companions, as they were hunting down rebels in their Hind attack chopper."Shit!" I said as I scanned the other two bodies.The second man was Captain Boris Konstantinov. I stood so I towered over her. “Untie my shoes and remove them and my socks.” When she obeyed, I told her to remove my pants and underwear. I shucked my shirt. I resumed my seat, scooting forward as far as the slanted seat allowed. I asked if the fire warmed her buns warm and she said it did. "Enjoy it, my dear, for that's the only warm up you'll get this time." I rested my riding crop on her butt and instructed her to apologize, to explain what she'd done wrong and why, and to ask me for.