The historical based novels sold quite well but by the time he was a high school senior has mom had written herself out. She’d had let herself go, s...eeping late, drinking too much and one of his girlfriends introduced his mum to pot and one of her older male companions revived Gwen’s old memories about sex. What an embarrassment she’d been to Blanche and him at times but the truth was she was clever with her penetrating way of thinking and usually was great fun, being like a Penny Pan, never. You've just been for an interview and are dressed smart but very sexily, we have some small talk about our predicament, after raising the alarm and being told via intercom that an engineer has been sent for, but will be over an hour. As we chat, you catch my eyes, slip from your eyes, down to your tits and perky nipples, you return the compliment of such blatant lust by unbuttoning a couple of buttons on your blouse, then drop your eyes to my cock, hoping for a reaction from my groin.On this. I felt my pulse quicken. Fucking quacks; I'd had enough of them in the last six days; I'd been poked, prodded and even had a rectal thermometer up my jacksie. I was not in a good mood.Mr. Rogers gently lowered my penis and nodded sagely at my crotch, as if my cock had just uttered some nugget of medical wisdom that only he was privy to."Whoever did the operation in Vietnam did excellent work," he said. "The suturing is very good indeed. Really top-class."An irrational spasm of annoyance. I saw the men in the bushes a few minutes later and frowned, "now why sneak around in the bushes?"It was not until I saw one lifting his rifle that I realized these were enemy soldiers. I yelled as I started the earth mover. I yanked the lever back that moved the arm for the minigun and caught the handle. The enemy were aiming towards the men and women in the village and I aimed and fired the minigun.I was startled as there was the burping ripping sound. The bushes where the men were hidden was.