We both went to work, we ate together, watched television together, talked together and even slept together in the biblical sense, sadly still without... orgasms for me despite the heightened sensitivity my pregnancy was bringing to my nipples, boobs and vulva.Work was busy for both of us, which helped make things feel more normal. After all the fear and excitement of the last year, I can’t describe how wonderful it felt to be a little bored once in a while too. Some days I even managed to forget. She was a schmoozer and conniver and would have made a great supply sergeant.The support group mechanics were the rest of my sisters and half sisters. We all got paid in a manner of speaking. There was a budget, we ate out of that budget, the team lorries came out of that budget. Parts, cars and tents were part of the budget. Salaries ... except Riki ... were paid out of the budget.Usually we ran out of money before we ran out of month ... but we all got to eat, sleep in the team lorry and. Lenore bought Utilities from the Navy Exchange Uniform Shop, a kind of tough light-indigo uniform shirt over dark indigo dungarees. She had her nametag sewn over her breast and a second one over her right back pocket, paying for them with a check from her joint account. With great pleasure, she had a photographically-reduced and laminated set of the Joy Redux' movement orders made at the local Kinko's copy shop, to keep in her utilities pocket.She also bought silk long underwear, just in case. He was going to kick the shit out of Chris. Gavin did not look like an angel at that point he looked enraged like a beast ready to kill its pray. Chris got off the bed as Gavin went straight up to a half naked Chris. Chris threw the first drunken punch completely missing Gavin and bending himself over. Gavin grabbed his head and kneed him in the face Chris screamed in pain and flung his head back the blood rushing from his nose all he could scream out was FUCK! Gavin was going at him still.