Iran is sending a team to the Golan to find the men and interrogate the drivers,” he said.“We need to move them to another location; it cannot wai... until Sunday,” he said.I knew what he was doing; they now wanted to keep the two, do their own interrogation themselves and save the two as bargaining chips for later on.I called Lorrie, “Find out how far the C130 is from Tel Aviv and the arrival time,” I instructed and then I was placed on hold.“Its five hours out, will land at Tel Aviv at 0200. Only two days ago I was waiting for delivery of my brand new glass dildo and a fresh bottle of Swiss Navy silicon lube. My last one had about three squeezes left before I was dry... literaly. I had decided that as the delivery man was going to be someone that I had never met before or would again that I would do a little preparation for his arrival. I'd never be able to build the courage to capitalize on any arousal I might inspire in whoever arrived but maybe I wouldn't need to. Maybe he would. Three weeks later, Samira moved to London.*****The daily grind as St. B's was starting to get routine. Samira spent four days a week on 8 hour day shifts, seeing patients and running therapy groups. The remaining "day" was a 12 hour overnight on call, camped out in the staff room waiting for emergencies. The patients were mostly young adults and teens in varying degrees of emotional pain and disability. This afternoon, though, she had been late and left her dinner on her kitchen counter. She. She sat on the edge of the bed, but didn't say anything immediately. She looked up at me, and I asked her, "What? What do you want?" I knew I was being a dick, but there wasn't a lot of compassion in me right then. She just stared at me for a minute longer, then sighed and started talking."How are you feeling?" she asked. "Your first therapy appointment is tomorrow. The k**s have spring break coming up next week, so will be home from school." I feel like shit. Why do you care anyway?" I.