The door closed. Santerre sagged in his chair. He looked at Chastel. “Did you know that you were evidently born until an exceedingly lucky sign, cap...ain?”“I assure you that it was nothing of the sort.”“I have seen Saint-Just give that look to many men, and every one of them lost his head by the end of the day.”“I may still,” said Chastel. “But until then I have my duty.” And he gave his report on the search for Fabre last night. “So we've lost him?” he said when Chastel finished.“Not quite,”. He smacked me square in the jaw, I hit the ground fast, my world was spinning, I could taste blood."For months, I put up witch you calling me monkey and chico! Are jou listening to me?" he grabbed a fistful of my balls and squeezed.I screamed in discernible pain. "Yeah! I'm fucking your woman! Know why?" he asked as he squeezed harder, "NOOOOO! God! Please let go!" I yelled."Its because you aren't man enough for her. All I need to do is just squeeze a bit more, and you wont be man enough for. He wore a silk brocaded waistcoat, complete with a fob pocket watch, under his combat jacket, and took snuff, from an antique, silver, snuff box, which he would offer round at an Orders group. I tried some once, and nearly blew my head off with the sneezing. Why would anyone want to stick tobacco dust up their nose?That is really being eccentric.It was just as well that Big Ben had soon got to grips with the platoon, as our platoon sergeant, Neddy Claypole, was a complete tosser – and was also. The moment she told me the position she would like to enjoy in,i stood and caressed her tits. She smiled at me and standing in front of me, kissed me softly tasting my lower lips. I pushed the chair away from us and hugged her lightly and came close to her right ear and said’ dominate me’. She naughtily smiled at me and started walking towards the bedroom taking her nighty and her inner stuffs which were on the floor. While i followed her from behind. My clothes were on the floor.I went inside.