Though this one is a small improvement from the usual dumps where my company books me. It even has a bar! I figure I've earned a glass of wine and I h...ead on down. I'm still wearing my work clothes - a blue dress, sensible heels, stockings. I sit down near the end of the bar, and there you are.You are decent looking in an early-40s, anonymous hotel sort of way. Clearly you're every bit as tired of business travel as I am. And unlike the younger guys in the place, at least you are having a proper. He continued talking."We have done lots of computer simulations, but we still need firsthand information on the effectiveness of our chemicals and hardware.The parts have been custom-made to suit you. We hope you can give ushonest feedback and data about how you feel after we change your,should I say, outlook."I was too shocked to reply. This is beyond my wildest dreams. I havenever imagined that my girlfriend and senior would get me involved insuch a bizarre experiment. Twenty thousand bucks. As he held out the drink this is what he saw: Two anglos, alike enough to be brothers. Both have already stripped off theirovershirts, and are wearing ribbed white t-shirts, the kind with the straps forshoulders, tucked into jeans. The pants of the one on the left are made of leather instead of the more commonplace denim. Both wear heavy boots. The pair on the right somewhat darker, heavier than those on the left. Their hair is thick and curling in the steamy air, not yet plastered to their. We finally arrived at the hospital and even though there was a line of ambulances, it moved right along. We finally arrived at the door and the back was opened. I grabbed my rifle case and jumped out while a couple of guys hauled Jack out on the gurney. The corpsman was talking to what looked to be a doctor. Then Captain M came to the back of the ambulance and ordered...Flashback – Captain M – Sgt. Reynolds' MRINow was my fucking chance. If I could prove that Sgt. Reynolds was drinking on the.