Pooja Bhabhi‘s Bhabhi shown her bedroom & get me her husband necked & t-shirt for a change. I get change without a doubt but 1 thing was missing the...re (My undies) While I try to manage my manhood holding in my hand to take some warmth, suddenly my Pooja entered the room without knock like cat walk thinking if I really need something as e/thing was new for me there. I was shock & literally surprised what to do. I took off my hands from hood & manage to set in the necked but necked was not my. ”“So sorry,” Nick laughed. “How about you arrange a cab, and I'll go find us something to wear?”“Perfect.”I was certainly not dressed for someplace nice but luckily Nick and I were close enough to the same size that I could wear his clothes. By the time I had arranged for a cab, he came out of his bedroom holding up two different outfits. “What'da think?”I looked them over a couple of times. “I'll go with the white button-up and khakis—you should wear the blue sweater and black pants.”“Good. I see from your memories you are a loner, you have very few friends, I offer you a friendship that will surpass a lifetime if you accept it.''But why me? I am not very brave or anything. In fact, it was the reason I joined medical. I do not think I could kill any living thing. I get sick to my stomach at even the thought of causing harm. I know I sound pitiful and weak. I mean, compared to Jenny, who killed that slaver with her bare hands, I am a weakling, and I hate it!''Would you like to be. "The American army would spend four years training most officers, just to be second lieutenants. Four years at West Point or four years of college ROTC. For Vietnam they also sent people who weren't in ROTC for six months in OCS, then they went into the field."Judy, it didn't matter where you learned the trade: the rank where casualties were the highest was second lieutenants. An infantry second lieutenant had less than a fifty-fifty chance of making first lieutenant in Nam. That came.