I slowed, and then stopped. I kept watching her because she was the only human contact I’d found since I died, and like I said, she had a cute ass. ...It was kind of hard to ignore that, no matter how depressed I was. Several blocks away, said cute ass came to rest on a bus stop bench. She sat staring down the street, and I decided to try again. She heard my approach and looked at me for a second, shaking her head and sighing. “Do you know what your unfinished business is?” I asked. “Making the. My husband lay sleeping next to me, the day gloomy and stormy. The storm that created the situation I had with Tony’s boss was in full bloom, with periods of heavy, pelting rain, and periods of strong, gusting winds. The large droplets splattered against the sliding glass door, a patter that most would find relaxing. Me? I was anxious. The night before, Ron, Tony’s boss, had me on his bed, and plundered my body, as I willingly surrendered myself to him. It was a capitulation of the senses, and. “Yes, Mrs Craddock. I would never tell anyone about…” I was being presumptuous. So far there was very little to keep from anyone. Things had been easier with Mrs Hotter. We’d become co-conspirators, comrades in clandestinity. Mrs Craddock seemed more the kind of person who liked the threat of mutually assured destruction. “It would be … if anything came out about … I mean, if something were to happen… I wouldn’t want to…”“You wouldn’t be tempted to tell your friends, for instance?” There was. " O'Neil what is wrong with you for gods sake get here NOW!". She told him " It's difficult Sergeant, I well hurt somewhere." where is somewhere you useless piece of dumb ass!". She went brilliant red " My ass Sarge, my ass hurts!". He grinned and sent her to the medical department.She waited for an appointment for over two hours. Then she was marched into one of the surgeries. Private O'Neil stood at attention, Waiting.Eventually the med officer looked up and asked her what was the matter. She.