Sarge tensed his thighs, launching himself in a rolling arch over its shell as it in turn lunged forward, its claws smashing against the metal. A flai...ing tentacle clipped his leg in mid air, the soldier losing his graceful flight, falling in a clump on the ground.He only had seconds to roll and knell up into a crouched position before the thing had spun and now towered down on him"Oh fuck!"In the private tent at the base camp General Hunter was distracted from his usual stern unyielding. My got she has grown more beautiful.She welcomed me inside and offered me cool drink and started to talk about various things.And in the discussion came the topic of the servent maid, bhabhi was cursing that she is absent and that she herself has to do all the work now.Say this she excused me and tied the pallu of her sarry up and started to sweep the house and talking. My god she has grown more plump and her mellons were extra ordinary, wonder how much massage is she getting from bhaiya.I dint. This story of hers was pretty wild, but he’d heard wilder ones that proved to be true. ‘Mr. Lewis…Mark he…he knows about what I do,’ Ann replied. ‘He…he knows where I go, and who I go with, and all. He knew you were over at my house that day when…when you made that man go away. He wouldn’t know things like that unless he was watching me, would he?’ ‘No, I guess he wouldn’t,’ Martin said. He decided he didn’t like this Mark Lewis, not at all. And, if he could, he was going to do what he could to. Having never hidden the fact that I was gay, my initial presence was met with scepticism from many of the locals. After a few months, however, the novelty had worn off and everyone became much friendlier toward me.The people in the area were a very earthy bunch and apart from their crude language could be very vulgar at times. It took a few months to get used to this but I quickly got into the swing of things and eventually overlooked this inconsequential oddity. As I settled in, the place grew.