I figured it was not a good time for the news helicopters to be navigating the high-rises and it brought back my fear of the noisy, smelly things that...spelled finis to a number of my compadres in the Marine Corps quick response team of which I was one of the few surviving members.I tended to avoid the choppers with a vengeance just like the cycles that had wiped out a few of my high school buddies before the law passed that required the wearing of helmets to protect immature brain housing. The camera looked impressive. I only needed to look through the viewfinder and focus just like the automatic cameras some of my wealthier friends had. “You seem to like filthy pictures so much, we thought it was time that you made your own. Let’s start with a nice picture of mummy’s cunt.” And mommy spread her legs to reveal the pinkness between her hairy patches. Let’s start with a few of these but no faces in the pictures, do you understand me?”I got close enough to hide mommy’s face and. Clara was about age thirty and a very pretty lady. She worked part time and seemed to have plenty of time at home. When Eric started mowing, she came out on the deck with a book to relax in a chair. Eric noticed she was wearing a skimpy sun dress. She pulled her dress up to expose her shapely legs to the sun. During his circular rounds of mowing when Eric came close to the deck, he took a long look in her direction. He noticed she had her dress up to her hips which allowed him to get a glimpse. I should have met him when I was sixteen and I wondered how much my life would have changed. I could have fallen in love so easily then."I love you, Tricia," Thomas whispered into my ear as we caught our breath. His hand was on my breast, squeezing me gently, rubbing across my aching nipple."I love you too," I kissed his neck and stroked the man's hair. "Twenty days..." I want to make love to you," he said, finding my mouth once more. "You're so beautiful." We will," I promised him, whispering.