He'd been tortured and kept awake for a little over 72 hours before he blacked out.When he woke up he was in the med bay with no memory of how he got ...here.No one would say much other than they found his kidnapper completely dismembered and Remy passed out.It seemed like almost everyone was walking on egg shells when he was around as a result of what they had found.Something had happened but he wasn't sure what.In truth, no one did, but they were all sure Gambit had something to do with it,. My bottom and lower back are on fire. I am trying to move my arms. The right one is not responding. My fingers are numb. I am not sure if I have internal injuries. My stomach is not painful. That's good. There are moist blotches beside me. I touch them. Then, I examine the tips of my fingers. To my relief, they are not smeared with blood. The wetness is maybe water or urine, but definitely not blood. I am not sure if I have wetted myself. The dampness on my panties answers this question. It. Covering her nude self, still wet from the shower she opened the door and in walked this teenage girl with a basket of fruit accompanied with a boy of about ten years of age, well I assumed that but as you know they all looked young for their ages. She welcomed us to the hotel, offered the fruit, and a massage all in one mouthful. ‘What do you think’ she called out to me, as I stepped out from the shower, and standing completely naked, in the bathroom doorway, looking at the boy, whose eyes. If that sounds chauvinistic, consider this, All of the times she’d been left alone, all of the times she’d had to cope with problems without me had made her strong because she’d had to be strong. A large part of her being a strong woman was her pride in our accomplishments as I advanced in the Navy. Yes I said our because it was my desire to please her and make her proud of me that forced me to study and better myself. My final comment to her was simply a reminder: Master Chief’s do not cry or.