He was a good soldier in my opinion. His brother John had died in the last days of the war and had even fought beside me a year before his death."Gene...al Givens, I am glad to meet you. I remember meeting someone with your last name. It was June 1969 and a skinny red haired rifleman, with a big nose, by the name of John. He saved my ass in the central highlands around Ben Het, Kontum Province. Is he any relation?" The look on his face was astonishing. I saw now that he looked up to his brother,. By my count this was my fifth orgasm in twelve hours, a new record if my half dead brain wasn’t counting those three months when I was twelve and discovered for the first time how much fun sex with one person (the one being me) could actually be. I distinctly remember my mother being amazed when a giant-sized bottle of Oil of Olay disappeared in less than a week. She went on and on about it at the dinner table one night until I thought I’d die from embarrassment. My dad looked like he was. " Mr. Katz gave me a long, hard look and started to walk away. I stood. "Look, Mr. Katz, I have implants." He stopped and turned. "To control my arms remotely," I added. "Mr. Mueller was using them to figure out what's wrong with your robots. He got a little over-excited when he fixed your problem. That's it. It wasn't anything." "Andy fixed the problem?" "You should go back and ask him." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why do you have implants? It wasn't to get this job, was it?" "No," I said. I held her close to me, slowly lowering her to the ice, holding her body close to mine, pressing our groins together as I let her down slowly. Wide eyed and breathless, she looked into my eyes in disbelief. We resumed skating as she swung out away from me, spinning then came back with her back against the front of my body once again. I held her there, as I lowered my head to her bare neck, slowly kissing and licking to her earlobe, breathing heavy on her skin. She shivered as I nibbled on her.