In a minute or less a bulky sergeant appeared, clashed his feet together and saluted."Sar'n Howard," said the major, "see this filthy woman, this rebe... whore."The sergeant glanced at naked Lori and said, "Sir." Take 'er back to your quarters. You and your mates can have her for an hour or two, long as you want, then put what's left of 'er in the guard house, and we shall see what's what." Aye, sir," said the man, taking the girl by the elbow. She turned and swung a fist at him, but he blocked. ..shut the snurf up Skanky!"He rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. Uh..uh..unh... Just hurry up Randy, would ya. Uh..uh..uh.." He plants his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, staring at the shuttered window in a most disinterested way as his body is if forced forward and back. The table legs creak and slide with each impact.Skanky Snurf, village whore. It was bad enough that doing his ass was like screwing a windsock, but his bored and lippy demeanor today was really putting you. Her last purple bikini never showed of her crotch like that , i was thinking about the looks she would get if she wore this at the pool. And how turned on id be to know these guys are getting to see parts of her they shouldn’t be seeing. So i decided to tell her that was the one. She agreed got changed back , bought the bikini and we were off to the pool. We arrived at the pool going to our separate change rooms. While i was changing into my shorts i already began to get turned on. I couldn’t. “RRRRRaaaaayyyyy,” I heard a woman’s voice shriek.Ray’s memories quickly identified the voice as that of his mother, Cynthia Walker. Ray had been trudging in the pouring rain from the bus stop to the front door when something happened, throwing him several feet across the yard. Looking in the direction I’d come from, I saw the trunk of the tree he’d been walking beneath split and burned from a lightning strike.Taking stock of myself, I learned I was Ray Walker, age 14, and it was April 7, 1978..