We got really really lucky that I wasn't sent in-country."I heard her gulp over the line. "You just made me the happiest woman in town, Bobby. You get... back to me with the arrangements and I'll take care of finding a dress. Oh I can't believe it, finally." I love you, my Ebony Eyes," I said, my heart filling with emotion. It might not have gone the way I originally thought it would, but I was not complaining too much.We said good bye and I promised to call her again in a couple of days once I. He'll kill me when he hears about it." That will be one of the bigger problems we have to work out."We were both probably going to have to wrestle. College volleyball was based on quickness, balance and strong legs. Our sororities would look to us to do our share. Neither of us was willing to do so under the Kaps' plan. We simply refused to risk being naked for four consecutive Saturday nights, shaved bare, handcuffed together, wearing clit clips and nipple rings. Fifteen of the sixteen. 'She will volunteer for a case and never, ever hesitate to give her all.' John looked to the pretty, young woman that he loved like a daughter. 'For bravery above and beyond the call of duty... Misty Pool!' He said with love in his voice.Misty knew her name was going to be called out, but it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up when she heard John's wonderful words and the loud applause and cheers from the women that had been released. She stood and carefully made her way on the stage. . err Sean Brady,” she eventually mumbled.“Oh yes, Sean” replied Joan making her way back behind her counter, then looking down as if perhaps studying a diary. “Mmmmmmmm ... right, now, what did you say was your name?”“Err ... Catherine.”Looking across to Catherine as one would a recalcitrant child, Joan patiently replied. “I need Your full name”“Oh, err, Catherine Dixon” once Again Joan then gazed down to the counter and her imaginary diary.“And would that be Miss or Mrs. Dixon?”“Oh ... err.