And I also thought of how much I would enjoy showing her who the dominant alpha in the relationship was. In hindsight that’s probably why I burnt th... waffles. All thoughts of rebellion and sex were pushed from my mind. I put them on a plate and brought them out with some syrup and served them up to her. She took one look away from her smartphone and said to me “What the FUCK is this shit.” “i-i just” I started to stutter. She picked up the plate and smashed it into my face. What I did next. We almost didn't escape that monster, so I have asked for another flamethrower to replace an M1. Any of you guys willing to volunteer to work with Hank? Remember that we are not being shot at, so there is not the danger from that like we would have faced in Normandy." Two guys raised their hands, so I picked Joe Connolly, since he was the larger of the two volunteers. By the time we finished our cigarettes, the flamethrower had shown up."Hank, you and Joe spend a few minutes with your. This time I was lucky. My two missiles found their mark and the Y-wing disintegrated. I didn't savor the victory long, however. The two Z-95's approached me, lasers blazing away. I put my TIE into a tight roll, sidestepped them, then jerked her around hard to the left and came in behind them. It was a pretty fancy maneuver that I'm sure those poor Dimok bastards never saw before. Or would see again. I got a quick lock on the nearest Z-95, put my lasers on rapid single fire and hammered away. My. .. here we are... Shit... Oh shit, there's daddy!... I think I'm gonna start crying... " Shit. You could at least wait until they see you too. Then we can all have a good cry," Joey said sniffing and wiping his eye."I think we better just stay in the limo," I whispered to Tommy. "It will be... dryer."I couldn't help but smile when he nodded his head silently.The limo came to a halt, and Joey's mom and dad were standing at the front door. Joey had at least told them we were bringing someone very.