He was always looking for new ways to indulge in his passion and quench his thirst for the release he needed. Although he masturbated at least 3 times...a day he never lost the urge to do it again. Only the social activities of life prevented him from masturbating more often.At school he was often dreaming about the girls in his class, walking across campus or sitting in the library. He had sexual thoughts for some of his neighbors and even strangers in the street. If it was female he took the. His C.O had assigned him to his current case to get him out of everyone's crosshairs. He had become a impacted, festering pimple on the ass of the intellgence community and nobody wanted to be around him when he popped. He was closer to his eruption than they knew.Agent Webber increased his stroking and his breathing had turned into a gasping moan as he shot his load across his bed for the sixth time since he had arrived at his motel room two hours earlier.He had changed since his arrival in. I'm not sure if it was just that the newness of the situation was gone or something else, but the discovery that the ice cream man wasn't the only man besides me who was fucking Justine didn't surprise me. What did surprise me was that she tried to kiss me when I walked in the door."Why don't we have a quick dinner and then go for a drive?" she asked. Going for a drive was Justine code for, "Let's go somewhere and park, like teenagers do." I have to admit we did that a lot. We'd drive to a nice. As we turned, the cook sliced and diced him. We bound up the injured soldier, who would be lucky not to be a beggar for the rest of his life. This land had no idea of disability benefits. Still, he was alive.The women returned from hiding, I noticed Avril was carrying a knife. She wasn’t going to be attacked without defending herself. Good for her.I looked at the blood and dead bodies and was promptly sick. I may be trained to fight now, but my brain was still that of an unreconstructed.