I’m sorry to be so blunt about it, Stud, but I wished there’d been someone around to tell me this when I was wracking my brain in search of one mo...e thing I could have done to keep Martin.”I smiled at her. “I know. I’m still feeling the guilt, but I think I will for a while. It’s not your fault or anything you did. It’s just ... It would have been a lot easier if she’d died in a plane-crash or had just gotten up and walked out on me.”“It might have been easier on you if she’d just told you that. It seems as soon as I woke, Iwas being taken up to the upper floors, dressed in what I now recognized as my"public" uniform: four-inch red patent leather heels locked on overred vintage stockings, the garters correctly fixed to the garter belt beforethe addition of matching red lace trimmed panties.? The ends of the pink ribbon bow laced tightaround my cock and balls teased out of the tiny undergarment.? Add on the tightly laced waist cincher andthe bright red lipstick and my long hair teased. I sighed as the party got into full swing and as I found a seat near the kitchen of the well furnished apartment. Jennifer gave me an awkward smile, as if she knew that not only was I not enjoying myself, but every attempt that she had made with one of her ?friends? to approach me about a job had so far failed. It didn?t look like the situation was about to improve anytime soon either. I stood up to leave, and placed the empty glass on a nearby table. ?Jennifer tells me that you are looking. Technically all we're required to give you is a working wheelchair. Take it or leave it, Sergeant." I came to you as a part of the chain," said Bob. "I'm not satisfied. Who is your next higher in the chain?"Major Bonnewitz wrote a room number on a post it note and handed it to Bob. "Go there," he said.The room number turned out to be the offices of the patient advocate. Every military hospital has a patient advocate, who is normally a civilian, who is an "advocate" for all patients with all.