The storm was long forgotten as I took off my wet clothes and explored deeper until I found my alcove and my pond.I smelled something rotting. I did s...ome crawling around, trying to find it. Whatever it was was always behind me. I finally worked my frostbitten foot closer and realized that was the smell. The last step before death or amputation was gangrene. I reached back to the hole in my other leg. It felt hot. I knew it was infected.There was room to sit up and I ate my berries, naked, in. Shapely long legs were clad in black nylons and ran into strappy high heels that hit at my weakness for a good pair of legs. Short, wavy brown hair ran into her eyes as they turned to me, shocked recognition showing in those whiskey colored eyes. And then it hit me, the attractive woman I was staring at, and whose legs had provoked a response, was my son.I stopped in mid apology thinking I had at first walked in on a girlfriend of my son. He bent over as his knees came together and his hands. My old C.O., Col May Worth, is nearly 9 months Pregnant. She is one hell of a flyer but on leave to have her baby, not bad for a woman over 45 years old. So I am the only B4 ready pilot in the US who is fit to go.Col Anne Peters said. "Look let get you fitted out with your UDF uniform and get you briefed on your mission."I was issued with a male uniform style smart white blouse with a small tie fitted jacket. Implanted with some Nanotech devices to 'help keep you in trim and ladylike or should. .I guess even bimbos can be clever some time. He gave himself a few daysto cool off, but we made a date to go to the mall. He insisted we meetthere and I insisted he help me shop for a new bikini. After about fourbikinis, each one skimpier than the last, I figured it was time to goback to the apartment. He didn't want to come in, but I made an excuseabout wanting him to see another new outfit I had bought. So hereluctantly came in and I disappeared into my little bedroom and cameout in a new.