It was not milk but it was milk like. I had heard that Ensure tasted likea mildly sweet vanilla milk shake. It sort of tasted like that. Marionwas ont...o her main course before I dialled back into her presence. Ivaguely remember her saying something like, "Let's go out to dinnertomorrow night now that we know they'll just adjust the schedule."Looking at the steak Marion was eating I started to think how monotonousdrinking the same taste for a long time was.Marion had moved on to picking the. She asks, “Can I help you?”“We will take all your bokken and fighting sticks. I need one cheap iaito for him and two good ones for me. We might as well take half your shinai. We each need a complete set of Kendo gear, and what else do you have for practice weapons?”I always hated shinai, practice swords made from bamboo. If you properly tape a bokken, they will last forever. You can’t use of shinai at full force or it shatters. Using shinai teaches you to fight sloppy but the students are less. He took hold of my arm and tried to pull me toward the door but I was centered. Basically what that means in martial arts is that my center of gravity was one with the Earth. I didn't budge."Naw, I don't think so. Our friend here was a real marine. He tried to impress us with his martial arts and I whipped him and didn't even muss my hair and he's pissed." I gave Mister Feldman a look that was total disrespect."By God. I don't have to take that from some queer." He started at me and I dropped. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, and slowly realised that he wasn’t at home. There was a low moan next to him and a hand reached out and stroked his thigh. “Oh man – that was amazing!” whispered Pete. The previous night came flooding back into his memory. Pete sat up in bed and swung his left leg over Will who was now pinned to the bed. Will’s hands went to cup Pete’s balls, but at that moment the door opened. The men stopped their horseplay and looked at the open.