.." "Yes, honey... the boys will love you. We'll find you somethingso pretty that the boys won't be able to take their eyes off you. Thenwe'll do ...our face and nails..." Her fingernails had grown to a pampered length of an inch and ahalf, and she wanted them finished with a glossy coat of polish. "Ilike pink lipstick. And my nails... I want them pink, too." "Pink it is. We'll get you all fixed up -- then there are somepeople I want you to meet." "And pearls. I want pearls." . I lost track of the time and since it was getting dark out on the deck I went in to look for my wife. I glanced around without drawing attention to what I was doing. Nancy came up and asked if I was looking for the restroom? I said yes please. She said it's the second door on the right in the hall. I thanked her and went down the hall, I was at the bathroom door when I noticed a light on in a bedroom. The door was closed so I tried to listen at it. I could tell someone was in there. I made my. Good thing you're so damned ugly." Now what?" I asked, searching in the straw for my belt and bayonet."Be dawn soon," Foster said. "We'll fire the place and shoot 'em as they come out."Sore and aching, I buckled on my bayonet, found my musket and powder horn, loaded my weapons and took my place, my rear pulsing and aching. The girl had vanished again by the time one of the Brits came stretching and yawning out the back door and headed for the privy. He was a good-sized man so I said, "I'll do. I had gotten serious a couple of times and nothing worked out with each guy leaving the church life in turn. So I essentially went a long time not even KISSING anyone. I survived by what I called my two “Na'tions” – my imaginaTION and good old masturbaTION. But even that was a little tainted as my church believed that even masturbation was wrong. So when I did it I had to make it good because it would have to last until my next “weak” moment.But let's go back to my meeting with Brian. He was.