The people across the country praised the soldiers as heroes. The Indians considered them cold blooded killers. Mothers carrying their babies had be...n shot trying to flee the scene. Troopers had chased down and killed the Indians who had run from the scene. Most of the dead and wounded soldiers had been shot by other soldiers. Civilian contractors were hired to collect and bury the bodies of the dead Indians. They buried men women and children in a mass grave. They did not even bother. "And I'm adding I won'ts puts any on you."Oliver bumped up against the side of the refrigerator, where it extended beyond the washer. "You're adding that because you've found another loophole! I'm a lawyer, I know how loopholes and fine print work!"Lisa stopped, and smiled as reassuringly as she could, "I won'ts make or lets anybody else puts cosmeticals, or makeup on you. Satisfied, or can you think of a fineprints I haven'ts thoughts up yets?" Oliver Wendell Douglas, the most senior junior. I was standing at the sink naked, shaving my face, when I hear the door slip quietly open. I turned to see my wife, Jen, slip into the room. I turned to see her, smiling.I guess at this point it's important to introduce the other spouses. My wife is the most wonderful friend, lover and wife a man could possibly imagine. Together we have explored more sexual adventures than most people have in a lifetime. We don't have what I would call an "open" marriage, but we both enjoy sex enough to. You want cocks, dildoes, and other sex toys up your ass or red-hot pitchforks? You want possible kicks to the balls or else repeated circumcision of your dick? You want regular canings or else flames burning you constantly without burning you up? Which is it to be?” Nicki taunted Jerry now.“Anything but Hell ... I can’t bear it! That’s my fate ... forever? How could anyone endure that? If I serve Jack better now, can I get a better afterlife than that? I swear that I won’t forget this time and.