Reynolds woke up and asked, "Where's the fucking bus that hit me."The corpsman order, "Stay still and tell me where it hurts."Sgt. Reynolds replied, "...My lower back feels like hell."The corpsman probed his back, Sgt. Reynolds jumped, the corpsman looked up at us and stated, "Sirs, I think it's probably a back strain, but it could also be disc injuries. We will know better when we get an MRI at the hospital."Sgt. Blaine and the corpsman assisted Sgt. Reynolds, who was in obvious pain, into his. She walked by and was pleasantly surprised to see he had left the door open. They shared a bathroom when he came home for weekends and their shower had clear glass doors. She could see everything. She hid behind the doorway and watched as he washed his hair. His hips forward, his penis long and thick, his strong arms above his head. It was perfect. She took a mental snapshot and went back to her room. She was so horny; she forgot to close her door before she started stripping down to her bra. The reality of the situation was that Joe Pepper was the best of a bad lot. He wasn’t a bad guy but he was a politician all the same.“I’m not going to tell you what to think,” Beth said. “I’ll just tell you that I’ve met hundreds of politicians and he is about the only one I think tells the truth most of the time.”“Let’s just hope he decides this is one of those times,” Phil answered. He rang off as he pulled into the park. He followed the news vans to where a crowd had assembled. Phil eased. She thought for a moment and then said “How about the picnic area by the river just out of town?” A smile crossed my lips as I looked at her, impressed with her suggestion. “Alright, I’ll see you there,” I said pushing off her car and backing away. I could sense some frustration from her that I didn’t make any kind of move on her. And was it ever hard not to. But the time wasn’t right. I wanted to make her really want it. She got in her car as I turned and headed off for my own***As I pulled up.