I should probably be dead myself. I promise myself again and again to change, to find one good man, but the only one I’ve ever met appears and re-ap...pears on various ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ lists. This morning, I awoke early. The summer heat had caused me to cast off most of my bedding. Only the sheet remained, and it was wrapped about my waist and groin. I honestly didn’t think anything of it at the time. I stretched from the bed and went into the kitchen to make coffee. A voice from the couch. "The others who heard that comment half expected that the desert outside would be turned into an arctic wasteland from the chill in that statement.Jacob continued. "And why, in the name of all that has ever been worshiped on this planet would I, Jacob Jehosophat Stone, Supreme Commander of the Density Force itself, possibly wish to comply with any terms from the base that incarcerated me???"Why do I get the sense of impending disaster??I suddenly got the most unmarine like urge to duck behind. All he knew about her was that she was hot and that her name was Chloe. Sean watched her as she took her items out of one of the dryers. It was only himself and her in the room and still he couldn't bring himself to talk to her. He idly thought about getting into her pants but quickly dismissed it as being a dream that would never happen. He lowered his magazine slightly to view her rear as she bent over. He so wanted to just grab it and squeeze it, feeling her flesh between his fingers.Chloe. “That’s the point. Don’t you want me to be the scary bad man who breaks in and accosts you?” As Nick looked at me through the stocking I couldn’t help but continue thinking how unattractive it was. “No, I hate the nylon mask. I miss the sexy Wolf Man.” Nick laughed and grasped the stocking by the foot and began to pull it off. As he pulled his face distorted even more. My reaction to his distorted face was an expression of repulsion which caused Nick to laugh. He looked in the mirror and.