His stomach groaned at him, but there was no way he was going to squat in one of these stalls, no way. Instead, he headed to the urinal and stood in f...ont of it, his stomach still sour as he unhooked his belt and then one-by-one unbuttoned his jeans. As he stood in front of the urinal, cock in his hand doing his best to make himself piss to at least alleviate some of the discomfort, it became increasingly clear to him just how badly he had to go. The thought having to use one of those stalls. Whichever, I lived that jump over and over except it was always my chute that failed. The dreams were always violent but mercifully short. I would see the jungle canopy flashing at me with breathtaking speed … but I never hit the ground. Every time after the dream the last stanza of the airborne Hymn would run through my mind, ‘There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the ‘chute.Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him. My instincts kicked in, I grabbed her waist. She looked down at me and took her other hand away from the light, leaving it off. She moved one of her legs around my body so that she was straddling me and pulled her hair to her left side. She let me keep my face in her breasts and said “I was hoping something like this would happen.” A rush of adrenaline pumped through my body and I took one of my hands off her waist to her breasts. My hand wasn’t big enough to grab the whole breast, but I. “Boss, I need a couple of favors if that would be all right.”“Okay, tell me,” he said.“I’m going to need some time off until I can get things a bit more straightened out than they are at the moment. And...” I said.“And?” he said.“And, I wondered if your son, Nathan, might be willing to take my case on a contingency basis,” I said. “I figure to sue the sonovabitch ex-brother of mine, he’s the other man in the picture, for alienation of affection.” My boss nodded gravely.“I see. Well, as for the.