Thumping, probably as fast as mine was.“Looks like the heart rate is steady. The measurement reads 149 beats per minute, which is completely normal.... Let’s take a look at Baby. See the ribcage there? Hands, arms, spine. You can make out the brain anatomy here. And the legs! Look at them move.”I was silent.“There’s where the cord is inserting into Baby’s tummy. Now, I’ll take some measurements.”I watched the technician as she explained everything to me as she went. We witnessed my little fetus. Are you available May 18th?" I asked."That's a Friday?" Phil asked."Yes, we are getting married at 8PM." I explained."That's great we can do that just fine. Would you like to come in this afternoon to talk about it." he asked."Sure that would be great, How about 5PM?" I suggested."Perfect," he said. "Will your partner be there too? I'd like to meet you both," Sure, I'll bring Randal with me." I agreed.5PM found me in the small shopping center in Dobson. I opened the door to there little store. She dropped the dress and stepped out of it, laying it on the rack in front of her. Bob just stood there gaping while she slipped the bra on and adjusted it, making a show of insuring that her breasts were properly tucked in, then bouncing around the store to show that it supported her well. She bounced back near the rack. “I think it’ll work perfectly master.” She said, grinning at me.“Then by all means.” She whipped the bra over her head and picked up her dress and the handful of bras. You either die by martial law for deserting or by fighting in a hopeless war, and you definitely can't run as fast with a useless chunk of iron weighing you down."Whoever holds a mace, I'll break your fucking arms!" a man shouts, "The armor is broken! The swords are broken! We can't use this shit, you idiots!"Fiddling with the blade, a distorted image eventually projects on it. Combined with clanks of metal and a voice, you conclude that the opposing army is collecting the spoils of this.