”“Maybe there weren’t nuffink there werf nickin’.” I suggested unenfusiastic-like, as I laid out a box of old watches and a nice but fake Fr...nch carriage clock what I had ... redeemed ... from a pawn shop front winder at least three towns away. I’d eased that winder ajar wiv a Ford Transit box van. Even empty, them long wheelbase diesels can pack quite a ‘efty punch when ya need it. Take the bleeding, ‘inges off a castle keep, if’n you ‘it ‘em just right.“Nah!” Fencey sneered, “Panther wouldn’t. Her scream sent Alda into orgasm as she lay on the tabletop, her pussy and her tits being worked over by the two boys. Another streak of spunk rushed into her cunt, and Gillian screamed harder; her eyes closing, her body wet with sweat."Yeah, oohhh, yeah!" Dean yelled, jerking up from the bench, his cock shooting streaming fuck juice out of his balls; splattering it all over her cunt, filling it, as his cock slammed up into her cunt."Fuck me, bitch! You're worth it, fuck, you are!" he roared in. He made his way to his normal table to wait for Debbie. As he passed one of the tables he stared at the people seated there. Everyone at the table had an MRE and was eating it.From their seats at the table, Debbie watched Oscar’s reaction with a grin. Georgia had handed out MREs to all of the students the previous evening declaring they were the new birthday breakfast meal. She had told him that she was going to do it, but he had not believed her. He’d take her threats a little more seriously. When I get out I'll use the GI Bill and go to college." It sounds so simple," she said."It is, basically." No it's not, Bob. A month from now you could be back in Iraq, getting yourself killed." That's not likely," said Bob, sounding more sure of himself than he was."But it could happen," she insisted."It's much more likely that I'll be sent back to Ft. Riley, to the rear detachment." Okay, so let's say that happens. That's almost as bad. You're there and I'm in Boonville, getting more and more.