Normally on Earth, they'd be expected to receive the kind of military education I have in mind through cadet units, but that extends from 13 years of ...ge through to the end of high school, when they'd be expected to enter the cadet units' parent militia regiments and reserve units. After seeing how my daughter and her new boyfriend behaved, I realized they were more mature than their contemporaries still living on Earth. We need to start giving the kids this sort of training at a far younger. "Call the police!" - I shouted at her and then ducked the punch he threw at me. We brawled for a little while, until I managed to overpower him and press him to the same wall against which he had just been attempting to commit sexual assault. Soon enough, the police came, asked me and her about what had happened, thanked me, told me they'd contact me when the court hearing was scheduled, and took him away. While talking to her, they mentioned her name, which I thought was familiar. Then I. You’ve grown up right before my eyes and I’ve always looked at you as my child. Now I look at you and see a man.“Remember back when we would walk out behind the post and empty our bladders, you would be whipping your ‘tool’ around and spraying pee everywhere?”“Yes dad, I remember you telling me then that it was not a toy, that it was a man’s tool and that one day you would tell me about the uses of my tool,” Sky said as he smiled.“Well, the time has come. You have the physical presence of a man. THROB. THROB. I am on my back now. Hands spack against each other. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to use body. Tongue thrashes about in mouth, poking bottom lip right out. Bumhole loosens. I soil myself. Brain cleansed of knowledge of how to control chocolate lips. Spastic twitches wrack my body. Body dances. Body jerks. The Xenomorph’s hand moves to his giant slime-crusted cock as I spasm about in my own faeces. Thick foam like mousse spurts from throat. Wet green boy-soil filths cute.