We just wanted to distract them from the thought that they were being flanked.We had to wait about 15 minutes before we heard a mass of fire coming fr...m what were obviously M-14s firing on full automatic. We were strong enough to defeat the rifle's bad habit of muzzle climb. We had practiced back in California with M-14s, so we knew what we were doing. It was only a few minutes later that Alonzo got a report over his combat radio that the ambushers were no longer a threat.Alonzo ordered us to. "Do you shoot your hot stuff into your--your Mama?" she asked, using his words.He grunted, then said: "Sometimes, but I'm not to tell--Mama told me not to tell!" You--you fuck Mama?" Doris whispered.He lifted his hand, slapped her bottom, lightly. "Not nice to say that! Mama says it's not nice!" But, do you?"He made a whimpering sound. "Mama'll be mad at me if I talk about it. Mama says not to tell--not anyone. Mama'll hurt me, beat me, do bad things to me if I tell!"Doris kept her face hidden. Her little boy seemed to scare off suitors, though. Her parents had taken care of him while she went to college but as soon as she was employed that resolved to a more normal life. It turned out she was from Joplin, though, which was just up the road, so I saw her parents frequently. Chris, her six-year-old, lit up whenever Grandma’s car pulled into the driveway.I’m getting ahead of the story, though, so I’ll back up a bit.I knew she had a child before I asked her out. She taught Spanish, just. I'dlove that mom."In no time now he was being double teamed as the second their motherfinished eating, she began helping Sabrina shape and buff his shortnails. When finally she began painting his left hand, their motherworked on his right and then when she finished, began doing the disheswhile Sabrina turned the other hand pink.All he could do was sit and watch when the second coat dried acrosshis digits, before finally the cookie tray exited the oven and thesmell brightened the room.As they.