At least you didn't have to make a choice about if you were really doing the right thing." You were in a gang?" Brock asked. Al had rarely spoken abou... his life in New York other than in general terms."Oh, hell, no," Al said. "Even the gangbangers were scared shitless of my mama. But I knew guys who were and I helped out a few times when the odds were uneven. Once I got older, I was sort of like Mendoza. They knew I had a chance to be something special so they let me alone. But if I'd have. I could see one in the Humvee and left it there. I walked him over to join his partner.I said, “I am guessing that you two are Memphians. What are your names? Tell me about the Memphians.”“I am Carl.” The driver said. “His name is Murray. That’s all we have to tell you. We are prisoners of war.”“Carl, there are two problems with that statement. First, you didn’t tell your ranks and, second, it assumes we acknowledge your war and will abide by its rules. I don’t really care about your ranks so I. God! It felt wonderful! Now her other breast was being teased delightfully, the maddening attention started to make her shake with need. It felt so real! It was the most realistic-feeling dream she’d ever had! Then Carol opened her eyes and saw Stacey’s smiling face looming over her. She wasn’t dreaming, what she was feeling was real! Stacey…Stacey was there and he was the person touching her breasts! ‘Ohhhhh, Stacey!!!!’ she moaned, ‘That feels so wonderful!’ His head lowered, then his lips. And I'm just starting it, so this is going to be FUN! But ... why are my nipples so hard? OH NO! I'm ... I'm ... NAKED! It must have happened when I skied over into the woods and took off my ski suit to pee. I forgot to put it on again! How could I have been so stupid?! I stop and look back, but I can't even SEE the woods anymore.But I DO see a guy that has been hounding me for most of the day. Not very smart or original, either. I mean, "Hey baby, do you wanna fuck?" is not much of a come-on.