"I had to laugh. "Shut up, Jar Head." Leave the Corps outta this or I'll have to teach you some respect," he said"Listen, little brother. I have alway... been able to kick your ass and you better remember it," obviously bluffing. That had been true when we were kids, but now, no way. George was six foot of sculpted muscle. I had been an attorney for fifteen years, sitting on my ass making money. While that's good for the bank book it's not good for the waist line. George grabbed me and put me in. ’ ‘That’s what Hell is for, ma’am.’ said Joanne. ‘And that’s one of the things about Christianity that I’ve never liked.’ I said. ‘I just cannot accept the concept of Christian ‘Hell’. Eternal damnation and torture just for not believing Christ is the Messiah? Or for earthly actions that might be bad, but certainly don’t merit torture and damnation for eternity. Not to impugn those who believe, but the concept of Hell seems to contradict the entire rest of the Bible.’ Joanne did not like my. He said "to calm the nerves. When Kate reached over to pick up hers she offered a perfect down blouse of her left breast and nipple that was erotically swelled. We sat in silence for awhile sipping our wine and letting everything take effect including the sexual tension that was heavy in the air. She then said to me.."I know you want to see this!" So she started running her fingers over Jons hard on through his pants...he was caressing her breasts through her top...when she could feel him. He shook my hand -- probably just out of politeness -- and said, "Keith. Jeez, I dunno..." Sometimes it helps," I said quietly.He considered for a bit and then said, "Where?" I know a place." I pulled him up by the hand -- I hadn't released it after the shake -- and led him to a small room a couple of doors down from my quarters. This wasn't about fucking -- and might not get there; I wasn't going to jump the gun. It's funny how the old social conventions come into play; we'd talked about.