.. what I have in mind is a lot simpler. If I can arrange it, you are going to live with me and Mica, my ten-year-old son. I’m going to have myself ...amed as your guardian. That means I’ll be responsible for you. You’re eighteen, so in theory, you can make your own decisions. I hope you will agree to let me help you until you can manage on your own.”“Yeah ... I guess so. I mean ... what choice do I have? I appreciate you doing this, Doctor. I know you don’t have to, but I do thank you for. It’s what made you a good leader - taking that responsibility - but every time you moved up, there was more responsibility, and the bill kept getting higher. The more men under your command the more likely somebody was going to get hurt or killed.”“Yeah, you’re right. I was told flat out that if I stayed in, I could be a platoon sergeant in a few years. Instead of eight or nine guys to worry about, it’d be forty to fifty. A company top kick might have three times that many, or more.”“Yet you’d. As the sky brightened, the Danes made their way down onto the sands to watch their ships burn. With the Norse concentrated on the sands, Scott now unleashed several squads of his cavalry. These were trailing the 'scythe' contraptions behind their horses and the wet; soft, sand deadened the sound of their hooves until they were close to the enemy.By the time the Vikings turned away from their burning ships they found themselves under the rotating blades of Scott's cavalry. The two squads rode. She felt a little strange being in this position, but she was starting to feel pretty good about feeling strange.As she watched Leon sucking on Marita's tit, she eased her teddy down and bared one of her tits completely. Her hand brushed across the nipple point and she felt it growing harder, hotter. She reversed her hand and squeezed at her tit, bringing her thighs together so that they pressed against the bulging bun of her pussy.Leon straightened up. His belly protruded a little but Nicole.