So she looked around with guilt, and prayed that the men had dressed him appropriately and preserved his modesty. Then she pulled the overalls down to... his waist, and that appeared okay, except that the patient didn't seem to like the folded overalls around his waist and kept squirming, even though in a coma. So she did what anyone would do, and tried pulling them a tad lower and arranging them around his waist so that the discomfort was minimal. It got caught under him, and instead of gently. Very slowly, he starts a rhythm - pulling almost all the way out and then plunging back in, full length. "Open your eyes" he says. As I do, I see him standing there, smiling down at me. His hands grip my legs as he plunges into me over and over. He slides easily - my fluids and the ice cream must make a lovely, slushy blend. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the tub next to me. I quickly reach in and scoop up what's left and throw it at him. I laugh as it hits bullseye, the base of his belly. You probably won't recognize me. Marcie signed it "you know who." This moment is all you've got. No matter how complicated it seems and no matter how informed by the past it may be, there is nothing other than this moment. It's only when you learn to live in this moment, realize that you can't change anything other than what you can change now - as the old platitude goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. All you can do is take that one step. Whether that journey will mutate. They would free the field slaves from their pens during the attack. Nodding his head, Sid said, "Good." So can I start?" Albert asked."Yes," Sid answered.Albert started to leave, but paused when Olaf said, "Barson and I will return to the camp to check that our supplies are being cared for properly. We'll make sure that everyone gets a blue arm band." Go ahead," Sid said. He watched the three young men leave the tent. Turning to Peterson he said, "They impress me more and more every day.".