He wondered how many years being a Marine fighting wars took off of his life. She had that same dazed and empty look that he had when looking around t... survey the damage and to take inventory of the dead and the wounded. Only her combat mission was living and his combat mission was dying, kill or be killed. ‘Don’t move! Show me your hands! Show me your hands! Get down on the ground! Get down on the ground! Don’t move!’ Those words echoed through his brain in seven languages. Yet too many only. "Who should I be next?" I went in to my room and started looking through all of my magazines looking for one that might have someone in it I could become. Comic book, TIME, Comic book, Playboy. hmmm. Playboy. I opened it up and wondered what it might be like to be one of the women. It might be kind of fun and I did have the whole place to myself. So I decided to do it. I took the same toothpick, this time trying to put just a little less in glass. 3 drops fell in, and I filled the glass with. "Ok girls, let's go to the bathroom and then get to sleep. The girls gathered up their toothbrushes and started to file out of the cabin. "Not like that miss. I'm sorry, but you gotta wear something if we are going out of the cabin." Aly said, holding out her arm towards Erin as she tried to leave, still nude. She threw her head back and exaggeratedly huffed "UGH!" As she turned back around and threw on a nightgown. Aly gave her a smile as she walked back by. "Clothes are a hassle." She laughed. Naked as the day she was born, she was pulling her hair up into a ponytail and applying a scrunchy.“Tiffany!” he barked. In an elevated and very stern voice, he continued, “I thought your mother talked to you about this. Didn’t she explain that certain social situations require you to wear clothes at home?”She casually replied, “Yeah.” Then she noticed Mandy behind her dad, near the refrigerator, and said, “Oh, sorry.” She turned around and headed back to her bedroom.Mandy had looked up when.