Bad news for all, but especially for the unlucky patients on the wrong end of triage. It was an ever present reality of medical combat duty, the eleph...ant in the room, but it was also a sign that things weren’t going all that well. It was bad enough to have to sort out and prioritize some patients over others on the basis of their chances, but far worse to have to do so in a hectic, frantic manner. Mistakes were sure to happen, even more than usual, of course.At least we didn’t get sent to. I was a little early, but not that it would hurt the baby. Or so the doctor told me. It truly was an experience to say the least. First, I was in labor six hours. It felt like being really, really constipated. I would have doubled over if my stomach wasn't too big to do so. The doctor got me up on a table and once again checked in my crotch. She said that I wasn't dilated enough and that I needed to walk. Walk, I though. I can barely stand to lay on the table, but walk I did. Sara was going to. Now i put off her bra with in fraction of seconds (I don’t know from where I learned this art) and started sucking her left boob and pressing the right by my hand. She was moaning hard. Now I put off her panty also, she supported me a lot. She was totally nude now. I was also full erected. My tool was ready to go in love hole. I took to position & pushed my tool into her love hole, It was only one inch inside her. She was crying in pain. I wait for some moments and kissed on her lips to stop. My aunt told my mother that I wasn't athletic and that I didn'tplay sports like her son, my aunt then said I was a sissy. After shehung up the phone my mother told me about this conversation andstrangely when my mother got to the description of the part of the phonecall when my aunt called me a sissy my mother didn't add any of her ownpersonal views to it or attempt to make me feel better about myself bytelling me I wasn't a sissy or that my aunt's comments were wrong orstupid, my mom just told.