Major Wigram paid £10 for a pair of silver-backed hairbrushes and another pilot gave £5 for Seamus's collection of pornographic postcards....t was Phillip who gave the peculiar toast that night:So stand by the table steadyAnd raise your glasses high:Here's a toast to the dead alreadyAnd a health to the next man to die.The RFC policy was 'no empty chairs' so it was without surprise that Phillip found a new officer in his tent when he returned from another reconnaissance the following. John Smith had never gone down on a woman before. He had grown up in a macho ghetto culture which held women to be subservient to men. It was up to the woman to prove her fertility and her womanhood by becoming pregnant. With welfare, marriage was never even considered. Now with Mary, his world was turning upside down. He wanted to worship her. Dimly he recalled reading about tribes in Africa headed by women. In the tribe, the men served the queen and Mary seemed like such a queen.He continued. For his part, Jeff’s brain stopped screaming long enough to notice that his body had not (yet) been flattened, and so allowed his large hands to find her heavy breasts, cupping them through the dress and the bra beneath.“Quick.”One word. Not a question. A command. And oh fuck was he willing to follow her commands. She was unbuttoning her dress and how did her bra come unhooked like that? Her dark rose pink nipples, eager buttons of need, fell with her heavy breasts between the roughened. We agreed to help them when the time came. Two weeks after we moved into our new house, the time came and we moved Rachel's personal possessions to Pop's. The sly old fox.Pop and Rachel went to Las Vegas for a week in early December. When they returned we were informed there was no need to plan for a wedding in June. Rachel's daughter was slightly miffed and was thinking of causing some sort of problem when Rachel told her if she did anything to upset Pop she would not inherit a cent in fact.