So this was completelynew to him. It was as if his ideal image of his feminine self, cooland sophisticated, had been twisted into something else, che...p andgaudy, much more than just inappropriate clothes could do.Gaping back at him was someone he didn't know. Her hair was fullerand streaked with pale blond, eyes made to appear larger with heavyoutlines and pale shadow, cheekbones emphasized by artificial shadows,and mouth made to 'pop' via liner and bright red lipstick, furtherenhanced with. I need to reciprocate now. Think, think, think. What soothes him?Then, I remember a special time in our life. I had been nursing our son and the day came when he rejected my nipple. My husband held me while I sobbed in his strong arms. Of course, I knew this time would come, but I wasn’t ready yet to lose this closeness with my son. It felt like rejection. Then, my husband did something very loving. He bent his head down and suckled my breast. Neither of us planned for this to happen.The months. Jim's raging fever broke then and he slept.Jim was freezing to death, for a spell he thought he was back on the front lines of the rebel war against northern aggression in the midst of a bitter winter. His teeth wouldn't stop their infernal chattering. A warm, nude body climbed under the covers with him and a woman's hands chafed his shivering body and held him close until he felt warmer and slept.Later, he remembered her offering him a bitter bark tea of some sort; he decided from the taste,. Mike was in a similar predicament, there wasn’t much room in the center of the tub for legs and feet, and one of the women was resting her legs across his shins, which he found pretty hot. They were all laughing and enjoying themselves for maybe 30 minutes when one of the girls said she couldn’t stand her bra anymore and asked if anyone cared if she took it off. This drew laughter from a few people and some of the guys mocked sympathetically about how hard it must be to wear a bra and.