Jennifer. Courtney. We'd all been there. For the first time, I realized Debbie and Dorothy must have been close enough to see their sister shot.I'm so...fucking selfish.All I thought about was that I should have died instead of them. That I was the survivor. That I was the one who couldn't do anything. It was all about me. TK had to be feeling the same things. And I'd done nothing to help the others. They were the ones who had planned the memorial garden. They'd dug the bed for the River of Life.. Our parents had left us a cabin up in the wilds after their death and this was going to be only the second time we'd ever used it, neither of us were really into the outdoor stuff, but she'd persuaded me it'd do us good to have a week with no television or telephones.It was a good idea at the time, or at least we thought it was, Christmas in the wilds, fucking bullshit!We'd argued when the engine seized which really helped matters, as we were only about two miles from the cabin, we unloaded. Piermont looked at her lips wondering what they would be like wrapped around his cock, which was now starting to get erect. He felt that familiar heat build up in his body.The door to his room opened at a young nurse walked it. He knew her as Specialist Boland, was just weeks away from going back to the states."So Gunny, looks like we can get you out of the hospital and back to your barracks, the ankle should heal in about a week. Nurse Boland?" Yes ma'am?" Prepare Gunnery Sergeant Piermont for. He found it was constantly necessary to adjust his semi-erect penis through his pants when he thought no one was looking, so that he could even walk and sit properly.Elle was sitting in the back of the car, and he had surreptitiously made sure to angle the rear view mirror downwards so that every time he glanced at it, he was treated to a glimpse of his mother in law's knees and her pale white calves. Driving with this distracted was difficult, but luckily for his passengers, the exit for the.