Whatever it was, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about Arianna.She was short, around five-three, well proportioned, rounded hips, modest breasts, narrow... thighs. She had her mom’s Jewish nose and sleek black hair, her skin beige with sparse dark freckles. The scent of her neck, of her hair, filled me with lust like I’d never felt before. The touch of her warm fingers on my arm, the sound of her generous laughter, those sensations became the reasons I got up every morning.Arianna smiled easily and. I don’t know if I’m even capable of doing it. They did describe it in detail along with how to see if you can do it. We will start on you before you can try on your roommate.”Arthur had me close my eyes to see muy face without trying to look at it with my eyes. After a lot of explanations and frustration, I finally managed to do it. I didn’t see my face as much as the squiggly lines that made up my face. I told him I was pretty sure I had it, so he pushed against a pimple on my. Understand this, Private Givens, you will be a perfect role model.” I pointed towards the finish line of the obstacle course. “Now, run!”That wasn’t the end of it, of course, but slowly Givens began to behave. I heard from Bixley that Givens had complained to him that I was racially discriminating against him. That was a big deal in the Army and could torpedo a career even if it wasn’t true. With me, the Army had a perfect fall guy, since I had no intention to go career. The complaint went. I was given around nine months to live, and already three of those had passed. My body starting to feel the effects of the drugs they put me on just to try and keep me from suffering, doctors said I didn't have long until I'd be confined to a hospital bed for the rest of my very short existence.But tonight the Wishes for the Sick foundation was coming through, one last reprieve before one room became my home. I was always the shy, nerdy type. While others my age had gotten into sports, babes,.