"Tiny?" She swallowed hard."He's terrific, Mommy." She squirmed in her chair, eager since yesterday to relate what she had done with her pony.Alice li...tened as her daughter told her everything. "Just remember, Patti," Alice said. "He's not trained like Blazer."I'll train him," Patti said confidently. A gleam flickered in her blue eyes. "Will you still have sex with Blazer?"Alice nodded, not wanting to lie. "Yes, but only alone. I don't want you to be limited to just me, and that could happen.". They earn their pay when they get back to Flagstaff and have to be the ones to empty the rocket boxes and hose them out. Sometimes the shit has been in the sun for three weeks, and stink! Holy Christ! The only saving grace in the deal is that you know everyone else in the party with more seniority has already done it, so they know how bad it is." Honestly, it could be worse," Al grinned. "Back in Vietnam, we used to shit into the cut-off ends of fifty-five-gallon drums, and when you'd get stuck. They included:Who was the devastatingly handsome, but disappointingly shallow knight? - Sir FaceWho was Arthur’s best knight of all? - Sir PassWho was the knight that is a great help to all the other knights? - Sir PortWho was the knight who got around a bit - popular at parties? - Sir CulationWho was the knight who could always be relied on to do the unexpected? - Sir PriseWho was the most watchful knight? - Sir VeyWho was the rather long-winded and droning knight, but a good, moral sort? -. Beatrice gasped as her tortured anus finally slipped over the largest part of the plug and gratefully made it's way down the tapered, pointed end. She sighed a sigh of pent of relief at the final withdrawal.Thornton looked down upon Beatrice. Her anus had suddenly drawn tight again, but it was fiercely red, a testament to it's recent guest."Back it goes, little one!", Thorton said softly.Beatrice suddenly raised up, pleading... "No, please, no, please sir, I cannot take it any more!" She was.