Louis drank deeply from his glass, then turned away.The soldier dropped to the bed and straddled her, crushing her into the mattress. He rocked up and...down, grinding his body against hers, crushing her breasts against his chest. "Oh, God, oh, God, Louis, the hair on his chest makes my nipples burn! Oh, the hair on his belly inflames me so! And his-- on my-- Oh, my God, Louis, he presses himself so tightly to my-- Oh, Louis, my puss is so wet! Oh, God, my puss is so wet, so open, so hot, so hot!. On his way back to their hut the flames and smoke could be seen, fearing the worst Steve began to run toward the flame, once there he could already see people trying to put down the flames to save the other tents before the fire spread, looking down at the charred remains of his muddy tent and Betsy, he quickly thought wheres Jessica looking around he saw no sign that Jessica was anywhere in or near the hut while it was aflame. Seeing Jessica walking toward what was left of the hut caused. There were so many things that we enjoyed about each other and we were alike in so many ways. Anyway, Jim Blake was now my permanent sidekick when I went anywhere.Jim and I made a strange pairing, as I'm truly a white boy and Jim is truly very, very, black. To give you an idea, his nickname in the Marines was "Midnight." Jim was a Cajun Creole from Louisiana who became an instant friend.When Wanda called him and transferred him to me, I said, "We're on our way to Chicago."All he asked was, "For. Me, I am going home, I am not going to accept being stopped, and I will try not to interfere with anybody else trying to make it through this thing. But, if they try to stop me, or try to rob me, it will end poorly. I will not quietly allow anybody to stop me.”“So, you’d shoot some poor guy only trying to feed himself, or his children?”“Not if I can avoid it. If they allow me to avoid them, no. If they have enough sense to take ‘NO!’ for an answer, no. If they mean to rob me, or assault me,.