"I'm not really sure," he admitted. "I enjoyed every minute of it, even the scary bits. Copying Dad? There was a bit of that. The lure of more money? ...here was that too. At the time I could have signed on again though you had told me of your unhappiness and I felt very strongly that I had to be here for you; not playing goodies and baddies, as you call it, in Afghanistan or somewhere."Samantha looked at him in wonder. "You did it for me?" she asked incredulously.Henry nodded. "You were always. Lucky me.it could have been so much worse.wouldnt like an ugly nurse doing the washing at least this way i get my cock stroked and balls massaged daily.i tell her to be careful and she says she always is .but i mean i may be ready to shoot.she just smiles and says well we will see what happens.so as we all lnow not a lot happens in hospital.its the most boring place especially when you are awake most of the time.i was in a strange city.no friend here.just a few work colleagues who were on. I had to think about something else, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Well, that didn’t mean I had to think about the finale, so I focused on some of those details I hadn’t the night before. I thought she was drunk, because she stumbled after bumping into me. Was she? I didn’t smelled alcohol on her, and she was close enough long enough for me to remember. Maybe she wasn’t affected by alcohol but something else. Marijuana? Again, no, I didn’t remember the smell of smoke or of anything. But when Diana gets balled by someone other than her husband, you can't take it." That's right," Kate piped up from behind her brother, who until now had gone unnoticed by Diana. "You didn't seem to mind Paula giving you head on the way home from town." Yeah!" it was Paula that now chorused up from behind Michael. "I seem to remember him suggesting that we all should go for a stroll down by the pond this evening." Right!" Kate echoed. "My brother is a real stick in the mud!" Michael, is all.