But it also did something else. It smelled. The darn thing was made of real, honest to goodness rubber; a heady, pungent odor that took me back throug... the years. There I stood once again before my mother's middle dresser drawer, happily extracting one of her bras to take away for my own use while the family was away for the day. It was a heavy duty, industrial strength garment, providing the kind of the support needed by Carrie Nation as she wielded her massive ax against a solid mahogany bar. I was only good for one more, but it was a long, tiring session that Kristiana said gave her so much pleasure she could hardly stand it. I think that's called a rave review.We slept in each other's arms and it was the most wonderful night I had spent in a very long time.I came awake slowly, both of us under the covers in the chill of the morning. Kristiana was tucked into my back, her arm around my waist, her breasts pressed into my ribcage and her lips on my neck. It felt perfect. As my eyes. I couldn’t let go. But it’s not all bad. Basic was a bitch because we couldn’t talk for three weeks, but then we got weekly calls. NSO training and the job ... it’s like having any other job. I work a forty-hour week—more or less—call home or call one of my girlfriends every night, and get regular vacation time, which I plan to use to come home this summer. The only thing different is that I have group meetings and I’m a long way from home. Really, they could have given me the same damn job in. Without electricity, heat, light and water, maybe play would be difficult or impossible.The scenery they found at the cottage was spectacular and terrifying. Branches were scattered on the snow and ice diamonds were falling to the ground when trees could shake themselves loose. The sound of broken glass, actually ice, was mixed with the distant noise of chainsaws.Despite the huge windows, the cottage was still warm enough to be occupied. In no time, the living room fireplace was lit and the.