He had to get into her, and he had to get into her fast."Fuckin' thing still won't go, Wendy! Let's see if we can find someVaseline or somethin'!" he ...aid, jumping out of bed and heading for thedoor."Maybe there's something in your mother's dresser, Terry!" Wendy saideagerly. "I'm sure she has boy friends too." Wendy smiled teasingly."Oh ... well ... I don't think so, Wendy ..." Terry answered weakly.Terry had almost forgotten that he was fucking his girl on his mother'sbed. Now that she had. “Naw, Becky’s cool with it, she understands. We had a long conversation afterwards. Is not like when I really like a girl, I go up and tell her ‘Hey, I write dirty games. Oh, and my fiancee left me to become a porn actress and prostitute’, But now she understands me and my scars a bit more. Oh, and after I got back from leave last year, Linda started writing me again. I did not even open the letters, just wrote ‘Return to Sender’ on them and put them back in the mail. Until one, I opened. Please enjoy ——————– Rest in Pieces Incoming mortar fire, 11 oclock I yelled as insurgents poured onto the battlefield. Explosions erupted behind my squadron. The desert horizon shimmered in the heat if the Iraqi summer. We darted into opposite buildings in the small town of Akheid. After an intense bombardment of mortar fire it eventually ceased. —————- My name is lieutenant Amy Jones of the East Sussex regiment. From my title you can probably tell that I am in the army. I was doing a short. ’ She popped the bread in the toaster. ‘So, sad,’ she whispered. But I could tell by the change in her voice that she wasn’t talking about her love interest. I could tell by the way she stared at the chrome toaster that she was thinking about dad. ‘I’m sorry, Mom,’ I whispered, lowering my mug. ‘What are you sorry about?’ She pushed the lever to toast the bread and brushed her short brown hair back with her fingers. I let out a hard sigh and looked at her. ‘I’m sorry for everything I’ve.