"John!" Chrissy yelled, and waved."What's up, girls" John asked."We're visiting," Liz answered."Oh really, you two must have nothing to do. Have you s...een my new apartment?" he quizzed."No, didn't know you moved," Liz replied."Yep, still in the process. It's a couple blocks from here," he said, pointing down the road.Liz, somewhat anticipating a boring remainder of her trip, offered, "well since we're here, let's check it out."Chrissy went along with it and said, "sure."They walked in that. . and too recently. This is too familiar to you now. You want it too much. You cannot resist me." He paused and seemed to take great pleasure in watching me wrestle with it. "You are not a fighter, Betty. You never have been. You have always let others lead you. You've always let others fight your battles; but, that is not a sin. There is nothing wrong with being yourself. You are weak ... but there is no offense in weakness. So ... I want you to be who you really are ... and I want you to. She was leaning slightly forward over the grill of the drain channel, wringing out her top; her wet hair was plastered over her back and arms and hung in dripping strips from her beautiful head. She hung the bikini top on a hook and immediately pulled off her bottoms and did the same thing. Now her lovely arse was turned to me as she leant forward. It took all my resolve not to reach between her legs and feel her pussy. Now she turned to me and smiled,"Aren't you going to get dressed Ann?" All. Over the entire history of the Medal only a select fewpercentage wise received their medals when they were able bodied andalive. This was a casualty of the kind of dangerous high-risk lowsurvival behavior that EARNED the Medal.Then Michael thought about herself, HERself. A woman named MichaelPartenza who until only a few months ago had been a MAN named MichaelPartenza. If THAT did not qualify as a grievous combat wound suffered inthe line of duty, Michael was damned if she knew what would..