We all filed in and I waited till I was the last one in trying not to be noticed being out of uniform. Good luck with that, as the General immediately...started in on my ass about it, pissing me off."Why the hell are you out of uniform Sarge? I thought I told everyone to report in Dress Greens?" Well Sir that would be hard to do because I don't have such a critter. Besides, I just came in from the bush as you well know, and was rudely awoken by one of your personal storm troopers. I really didn't. She was followed five minutes later by another nurse."Michael O'Connell, your second Daughter was born just a few minutes ago," she informed us breathlessly."You'll both be able to see your Wives in a bit," she added. "We've been rather busy this morning. There was another set of twins born earlier today. That's three sets of twins today so far. That's a record!" she finished excitedly. We all sat down and were able to relax for the first time that morning. Shortly another nurse appeared."Are. "I'm not a beaver!"I crouched down and grabbed his ankles. I shot back up, flipping himupside down, and raised him way up, spreading his legs wide. His shriekwas manna to my ears. I observed his petite schlong sticking out."What do they call this? Yes, a clit. Lovely beaver you display."His stomach growled. His bowels rumbled. He farted. Boy did he fart -- right in my FACE! Pewwwwwwwwww! The longest, smelliest fart ever!I dropped him and whipped my hand at my face, fruitlessly trying. Next to the conference room was the communications center, a large room filled with blinking picture screens and whirring computational machines. The opposite side of the central hall held offices for Liz's staff.A secretary announced my presence and led me into Liz's office. Liz came around her desk and gave me a hug, then pointed to a satchel resting on a side table."That's for you, Jeremiah."I opened the satchel and peeked inside. Shining back at me was a jumble of poorly-formed, one pound.