Miller was sitting in the platoon's day room talking with the other two squad leaders of Second Platoon: Staff Sergeant Ronald Carson of First Squad a...d Staff Sergeant Jerry Fohner of Second Squad. Lance Corporals Walter Fitzgerald and Ralph Sewell of First Squad sat nearby."We got an ass kicking on Tulak," Miller was in rare form. "Why do they have us sitting here diddling ourselves when we could drop in on the dickheads for a little payback? What makes us so special that we've been picked for. That he would never waken. That he would never see her again. And yet she was taking this time when time was now so short. She felt a flash of irritation. Why were old people so STUBBORN?Having at last adjusted her (now dreadfully out-of-date) hat her mother was finally ready. Sally took her by the arm, helped support her arthritically painful walk, and guided her out of the house, locking the door behind her. She eased her mother into the passenger seat of her car.She drove through the quiet. Unfortunately, my schedule didn't work out the way I had planned. The football team made it to the quarter-finals of the playoffs, so I had a game on the day before Christmas Eve. By the time we flew back to school, and I packed, it was Christmas Day before I left for home.I arrived home just past midnight on the day after Christmas. I quietly went into the house, and to my room. I was exhausted. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.I was awakened the next morning with the sounds. "I touched her right nipple with my left index finger before slowly trailing the finger down across her belly and to the bush below. I gently stroked the flower between her legs."I own your cunt, don't I?" I said as I drove a finger into her love passage."Yes, Master," she gasped."Some men think all women should be whipped before they are first used to insure their eager obedience. Your mother was so whipped and you watched Ebony on the slave's tree, didn't you?"Poor Fancy was too distraught to.