Thispain and sorrow remained right until the day he stopped to pick up agirl fleeing from an attacker of her own, and his life effectivelyended." Read...his story, and I think I know what you will need to do," I said.And I gave him the binder, and left to go home. I couldn't sleep thatnight. Was I right? I had only been guessing that he had something incommon with my life as Mark.And even if he did, could he find the courage I had lacked and do theright thing? The next day, I went to class, and. Once we entered, he lit a few candles and lowered the blinds. I was standing in front of him near the bed and we continued kissing. I was so fuckn horny and so was he. I told him to lay on the bed and I slid off his pants which exposed his beautiful 8" cock. OMG I thought! I hope I can handle that. I climbed on top and we started kissing again. I ran my hands through his sexy hairy chest and kissed my way down to his fully erect cock and licked on the head like a lollipop. I always loved. ‘Nah, just a new case. I don’t have your kind of money.’ ‘Yeah right. If I had your money I’d run away with your wife.’ ‘You’d never survive it, I have her too spoiled.’ ‘I’ll have to ask her about being spoiled.’ Jim smiled and then admitted, ‘That might not be a good idea.’ They spent the next hour blowing holes in paperboard targets and then packed their pistols and went to Annie Green’s for lunch. Gil tasted his cold beer and leaning back asked, ‘So how’s Sandra?’ ‘Good as always.’ ‘That’s. "Of course," he replied."Well you tell your next of kin, they are going to have to wait at least three months to file for it," I said being my smart ass self."Fair enough," he said. "Martin tells me you been shot." He added after a brief pause in the conversation."More than once," I replied. "How about you." Never been hit. Guess that make me the better soldier," he said."Yeah, I guess it does," I said to change the subject. "So how old are you Rodney." Twenty eight, and before you asked I did.