They would soon know that their hope was in vain.The wafting aroma of freshly baked bread coming from Milena’s window was her daily attempt to bring...some brightness to the lives of her fellow villagers.She had tried so hard to keep her hopes alive that the situation may improve. It had to, she told herself; for her daughter, that she wouldn’t have to live a life of fear, scrounging for scraps in a world that had forgotten about her.That had been the whole point, when Milena and the other eleven. Put your left hand here and cup my balls. Be very gentle. Move them around, but don't squeeze too hard. Sometimes I like to press on the bottom of the shaft underneath them." Like this?" Yes exactly. Now with your right hand, grip the shaft like this." Using his own hand, he demonstrated, moving the skin on his shaft up and down."You move the skin?" Yes. If you rub the skin without lubrication, it'll chafe. If you want to get creative, you can rub this spot right here with your thumb." His hand. ‘I thought you wanted wine,’ he said, indicating her glass. ‘I thought I did, too!’ She laughed. ‘Sorry!’ ‘No problem! Want a beer instead?’ ‘Sure,’ she answered, and then looked away toward the skier on the lake. He relieved her of the glass, and replaced it with a cold beer. ‘Enjoy!’ She tipped the bottle up and took a long swallow. ‘Mmmmm! Cold!! Good!’ She smiled at him, and then went back to watching the skier do turns on the lake. He went back to daydreaming. The lunch date had been a. Christ, we were all planning on partying with a hero tonight, not helping you off the floor."The paramedics came and began checking me over. I had to tell them about the pacemaker and then rehash the shooting. After that, they felt around on me and said, "You need to have an x-ray to see about those ribs. Will you get one or should we transport you?"Caroline said, "I'll take him somewhere. He goes to the VA, so I'm sure they will do it, or we can just go to one of the hospitals."They helped me.