When we were ambushed we would drop to the ground. We would carefully get up. Usually we would send a scout out to find out where they had gone, and t...e tendency was to relax, have a smoke and take care of anyone that had been hit.When they had a bigger edge on us, that's when they would hit us again. They knew the jungle so well that it was their biggest weapon. A couple of months after I was back in the field our squad leader was killed when a helicopter was shot down. They put me in charge. "Paul turned, came down the last step, walked up to Victor, turnedaround in front of him, and extended his arms backwards. Victor tookthe magnificent fur coat and lifted the sleeves over Paul's arms andslid the coat onto the velvet-gowned boy. Paul felt it so smooth, soslinky against his bare shoulders and back. He remembered that firstnight when Victor had slipped a fur-lined coat over his body, and thethrill of being cared for in this way had not dissipated, even now.Paul watched in a. ”“That was pretty obvious. No matter what happens, you’re always going to love Angie.”“True. Doctor Johnson also suggested I do a paper on the history of psychology and the problems with provision of care. She thinks it’ll help me in the ER and I suspect she’s right. I also think she’s hoping it helps me with my struggles with what’s going on with Angie. I think it might also frustrate me because ‘care’ amounts to drugs which, on balance, don’t do much other than make the person docile.”“I. Marion tapped her lap and Carol lent forward allowing her Mum to guide her down until her hands rested on the floor and she was neatly lying prone across her Mother’s thighs, her bare bottom balanced on her right thigh giving a perfect angle for her Mum to spank her bottom. Carol kept her eyes firmly on the carpet, not daring to look at any of the audience but only too well aware that at 42 years old she was draped across her Mum’s lap, her 42 year old friend watching together with her 21 year.