Since the start of the last war, I had never watched films at picture houses, like I regularly used to as a child. Now the flickering lights disturb m..., always taking my mind back to the time I was wounded and stuck in no-man’s land with bullet wounds in both legs and the continual silent flashes of the guns.My hearing had gone when a shell had landed close by, the blast and shrapnel ripping through my comrades and knocking me off my feet. I had one broken leg and a badly damaged foot in the. 'The Irishman left the confessional, said his prayers, and then walked over to the poor box.He paused for a moment and then started to leave.The priest, who was watching, quickly ran over to him saying, 'I saw that. You didn't put any money in the poor box!'The Irishman replied, 'Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box, and according to you, that's the same as putting it in!'Lemon SqueezeThere once was a religious young woman who went toConfession. Upon entering the confessional, she said,. "What am I going to do?" Stay with me, until Vincent returns." She crossed the room and placed her hand against my forearm. "I've missed you terribly." Her hand smoothed down my arm until she gripped my hand. It burned with need.I reached for her, and we embraced. We spent the remainder of the week in her bed.My return home was no happier than when I had left. I was stronger. My path remained uncertain, but fraught with fewer pits. Mother had helped me face one thing, but it was not the. It seemed rather serious, so I rushed to the balcony door to see what was going on.I found something serious, all right, though it had nothing to do with any loud noise. There in her own patio area was this stunningly beautiful woman, and she was masturbating like there was no tomorrow!Well, I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday! I quickly turned off the VCR, then scrambled back to the patio door to watch this live sex show. I made sure to stay just far enough back to where I couldn't be.