I didn’t know quite what to expect as I woke up this time. I wanted to believe I would wake up to incredible pleasure once more, but the absence of ...ale forms in my bed seemed to indicate otherwise. The darkness outside the window made me realize that I had probably slept the day away. I yawned and stretched, carefully cataloguing all of my injuries and sore spots, both those caused by anger and those given in moments of intense pleasure. My face was still hurting, but not as much as before, my. Rip-off-able.But this wasn't see-through or flimsy. It was black and white, and made of heavy, pleated cotton cloth.Reminiscent of an old-style nun's habit!Oh, help me, Jesus!There was, thank you, no wimple. Alice's gown was white-collared, had long black-sleeves, and was choir-robe thick.However, it was so brief at the bottom that it scarcely covered her sex. It was a symphony of black and white above, but with Alice's long, long legs, fully exposed to view below.She waited for my. All fire-fighting services to deploy accordingly. All persons in the area to immediately evacuate. Move people, out.” Looking at the radio operator he says, “Clay Comm please, Private Smith.” Once connected he tells them of the situation and he asks for assistance.DeploymentThirty minutes later the regiment reaches The Southern Road where it meets up with the local fire services and local volunteer fire-fighters. Gerry is the senior officer in charge. However, he instructs the senior. Especially women who have had disordered eating, or whose families put too much emphasis on appearance.I mean, appearance is great and all, but it’s not the same thing as self-worth. What if she were fat or ugly? Imagine it for a moment. She’d still be one of God’s children, she’d still have that creative eye, radiant intelligence, instinct to live brightly, to seek ‘freedom of the mind and freedom of identity’. I certainly hope I’d still be texting with her.Anyway beauty at its best is not so.