He always loved the image of "the long gray line," the history of graduates and cadets of West Point flowing through time.I did what I did in the war,...not out of any sense of heroism but simply because I was there and I could do the job. No one likes to use that phrase anymore but for me it was my duty. Did a fickle deity decide to take my son as trade for the ones I'd killed? It was a bitter thought and not a thought that this innocent lass needed to be burdened with. Yes, I knew she had to do. She was also in love with me,..her eyes gleamed, and blushing, and touching – she was indeed a MASSIVE turn on. I cant describe to tell you how hard Id get with a sexy little 7 year old, kissing my face all over, while she straddled me…shed seen her mom do that. Or lay with her head in my lap…she didnt suck me, or touch my cock, but MAN, did it get me hard…shed sometimes watch tv, straddling just one leg, and gently rock on it…I knew her pussy must have been just as hungry as her moms…. the. Weapons of light flashed into her hands. Her war hammer and ax had a graceful appearance to them, flowing with their own warm, golden hue. Her black skin appeared as negative space in the gaps of her shining accouterments. She became a living work of art as she rushed at the blob to save Theophil’s life.I felt so helpless as Ealaín slammed her weapons down at the undulating blob. My hands went to my chest. I didn’t have any sort of weapons. I had no way to fight. To help save Theophil’s life.. That is where we slipped up. I remember that day quite clearly.I had just turned 17 and school was out all summer. I got up early, had breakfast, kissed my Aunt goodbye and walked to the market for a few things she wanted. After a half-hour, I was back. I entered an empty house. I opened my mouth to announce my presence when I caught the sound of music coming from the backyard. I made my way though the dining room into the kitchen and looked out the back kitchen window. There she was, stretched.