A blast from the commando's L1A1 rifle took him down.As he regarded the now-dead terrorist, the soldier allowed himself a wry smile at a job well done... He raised the barrel of his weapon to the vertical and with a single breath theatrically blew away the wisp of smoke that coiled from it.He uttered but a single word, his Birmingham accent ringing clear in the early evening air.“Twat.”Shouldering his weapon, the old soldier turned and walked slowly into the sunset.>Epilogue (pt1):As the relived. Grabbing my music box and a little hat I went out the door and headed to town where there was a place to earn me some money. I liked to entertain and enjoyed attention so it was the perfect place to be. Once there I put on my music and placed my hat near by. Then I began to slowly dance to the music. Gradually the crowd became big, surrounding me as I continued to show my dance moves. Then I spotted someone in the crowd. She had beautiful long dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes and a body to. "I am sure I don't want to know the details though. Ugh." And she ended the call.Henry gave the thumbs up and dialled Major Harman's number without really having any idea of what to say. It turned out to be remarkably easy though. "Harman," a gruff voice answered on the second ring."Good afternoon Major Harman," Henry started. "This is Henry Whitman, partner in Sir Joseph Blackburn's chambers." How do you do Mr. Whitman," the Major said, still in his gruff military voice. "What can I do for. I quickly lost count of the number of times my cum flooded the cunt of the girl above me and rained down on my balls and the bed below! With the spinning, your cock never really goes soft, but it stays jusr hard enough for the spinning to get you ready to cum again. It quickly becomes an endurance challenge, in which your body tries to pump all your body fluids into your fuckpartner, at the expense of your breathing, and eventually at the expense of your consciousness! The basket broke on.