Mein to jor jor se daba raha tha. Itne din ke sabr ka nati ja tha. Vo keh rahi thi dhire karo jaan tumhare hi hai… Pain ho raha hai… Meine kaha me...i jaan itne dino se chupake rakhe the to ab is ki punishment bhi milegi aur hum hasne lage. Fir meine bra ke upar se hi uska left boo boo muh mein liya aur nipple chus ne laga. Aur right boobs daba raha tha. Vo jeise use current laga ho veise jhat pata rahi thi aur moan kar rahi thi. Bra ke upar se chuste chuste bra boo boo ke area se puri gili ho. My boat is in pieces along the shore. I am cut and bruised, blood oozing from my open wounds. I know I am alive. The blood tells me. I stop and listen to my blood. It is the first voice I have heard in days, months, centuries. It tells me secrets about myself, things I never wanted to know. Falling to my knees I begin to cry. Only the gulls answer me. I sit and stare across the water. On some shore I cannot see across the blue waste of water lies a place that once may have been home. I try to. "What the hell!” I thought "It can't do any harm as Kacie is not exposing anything, and I'm only showing him the hot tub anyway."With that thought in mind, I sent the photo across with the others. Little did I know what the result of that would be!!I had assumed he would say something about the photo being a bit overexposed (Yeah, we have a weird sense of humor) but instead he said that he would love to get rid of the bubbles because she looked like she had a nice pair of boobs! Not what I'd. I won’t go into detail, but suffice it to say that I lost more than several friends, one of them being my best friend, in the process of doing those said jobs. ~~~~~~ Chapter One I joined the Navy in 1977, on my seventeenth birthday and got out in 1987 the day before my twenty-seventh birthday. So, when I finally made it home, my family, Mom, known by Deborah to her friends, my Dad, whose name was Nathan, and my little sister, Brittany, threw me a birthday/homecoming party my first night home..