Some were practicing on hastily roped-off training grounds, some were marching in small units of about a dozen men, hurrying off to do ... something. ...thers were lounging around, polishing and repairing armour, eating, or sitting in small groups just talking. There were women bustling around, carrying things, cooking over small fires, hanging laundry in the sun, and generally doing the day-to-day things that were needed to feed and care for that many men.Despite the apparent discipline within. "I could listen to you all day, Jerry," she smiled as we met. "Well, you're more than welcome to come out and help with the gardening if you get bored. I promise to talk your ears off if you like." In my mind's eye I pictured her bent over in the garden, her skirt tight on her bottom and riding up her thighs as I knelt down pulling weeds and catching a glimpse of her white cotton panties. "Well, you kids enjoy yourselves, I've got weeds to pull." I saw something in her eyes as I felt a. Sheopened her eyes but she was still groggy."We're going to have so much fun Mary; so much fun!" he giggled like girl.He saw her eyes widen when she saw him put the syringe into her vein; andthen she went limp.Michael checked her two-car garage and was very happy to find one spacevacant. He put his woollen gloves over his surgical gloves and the beanieover the do-rag and when the coast was clear he sprinted across the roadand drove his car into Mary Whitehouse's garage and closed the. Back to my routine of workout, shave and shower, then to breakfast.I saw Kirsten at breakfast and there was something magical about her today. A look about her, her skin had a texture, a tone that glowed. Kirsten was happy!During breakfast she gave me a sly smile. Her foot touched mine as her lips curled in a mischievous smile."Toast" she asked and when she passed it her finger tips touched mine, paused with our finger's touching, her eyes on mine. It was mystical, the mere touch of her finger,.