Then, Laura sobbed, "I can't help it. He's going on that damn mission. Now, he doesn't have to tell you."Cynthia looked at me and asked in a totally f...at voice, "You're going to Afghanistan, Charles?" Sunday at four o'clock."She turned and went upstairs to her room and closed the door. Laura followed her. I stood around in the kitchen continuing to work on a dinner that I wondered if it would ever be eaten. About twenty minutes later, they both came downstairs.Cynthia had obviously been crying.. I made a mental note to remember to offer a toast later, at dinner… “Here’s cum in your eye!”Another nice thing about us knowing each other so well was that he knew exactly what to do to me to drive me to a chain of several very wonderful orgasms, one after another, so close together I could barely catch my breath. His sucking at me and his tongue in me and flicking my hard clit was incredible, as it always is, but somehow even better in the tropics… after wandering around in public. " Where did the soldiers come from?" There's one guy what runs the whole show around these parts; as near as I can get it, his title comes out something like 'Landsman'. He's the boss of the nearest city, and owns pretty near everything in this corner of the world. Like a Duke, maybe? Only, there don't seem to be no king or nothing. Oh, and their name for this world is 'Gardhe', or something like that. I think that's how Ahlenya pronounced it. This Landsman's the one we'll most likely have. I would not have kissed or hug the bitch anyway so it was a good thing she did not offer. I got up and had something to eat, went up and showered, got dressed and went downtown to see my lawyer. I showed him some of the video of her sex acts with the black guys, and told him I wanted to divorce her. He said he would get right on it for me, and have them done and served on her Monday, at her place of work. I would just have to keep away from her over the weekend, maybe I would go north to the.