" Then I began to treat his wounds.Jack brought out another casualty and I asked, "Did someone call the Captain?"He replied, "Shit, I didn't think abo...t it and son of a fucking bitch, I don't speak enough Russian to explain this."I ordered, "If the radio is still functional make sure Elena makes the call to the Captain since we need real medical help here like yesterday."Elena brought out a casualty who was already dead and stated, "I believe the radio works and I will call the Captain."I. I now have the official title of Dr. John Barlow, although to most people I am just 'John'. During that time Mum became increasingly infirm and had great difficulty in climbing the stairs to the toilet and when it got to the stage that she had to have a commode downstairs and use a small bed in the lounge, Karen offered to let her live with them in their bungalow.It didn't take long for me to become adept at living alone, partly because I'd honed my cooking and domestic skills while looking. As the title of this story is “Boy Crazy”, I should explain right away that it is not to implicate I am the sort of fellow that swings both ways. It is really about the way my beautiful sister Maria worked overtime to land an American boy and gain her citizenship the easy way by spreading her legs and snaring an “anchor” to keep her in the country forever and a day.Maria was the most beautiful of my sisters and I longed to simply taste her sweet honey by pushing my thirsty lips into her dense. This really started something as now they all wanted their photo taken with me, I was standing with the last guy who had his arm around me with his fingers very close to my nipple when my husband returned with the drinks,. "What's going on?" he said, I explained that the guys were in town for a footy game, which they won, and they were waiting for the team bus, and that in the meantime they wanted a photo with me as a souvenir. "What a great idea" he said "Would you guys like me to take some.