We are too little too late. And now Riley is dying – this big 40-year-old man gutshot and I’m just a kid. It could have been me but it’s not and...I don’t want to be gutshot either. Through and through in the upper arm maybe . . . a no-boner in the fleshy part of the thigh . . . perhaps a little side-shot – like a modern version of a Heidelberg saber scar. All honorable service. Riley won’t get a medal for this. We’re not fucking green berets with purple hearts flowing out of our asses. This is a. I’d have worn off my shoes by now.’ ‘Are you at work?’ she asked. ‘More or less, yes. Looks more like a dungeon to me, but who cares. How about you?’ ‘Home, making a casserole … I’m thinking maybe when I’m done, I’ll watch a movie.’ ‘What film do you have in mind to see?’ ‘I’m thinking A Few Good Men.’ ‘Really? You think you can handle the truth?’ Shanice laughed once more, recalling the famous line in the movie made by Jack Nicholson’s character. ‘I sure as hell can. I’m a big girl, remember.’. She whined, but I still wouldn’t tell her the surprise. I asked her to meet me at our usual place to leave her car. A little later Kelly texted to ask if we could meet closer to where my meeting was. I couldn’t come up with a good reason not to, so I told her the surprise.I texted: “MIL going to bingo.” Not yet understanding, she just texted “Oh.” So I texted “In Mesquite”. Mesquite, Nevada is thirty minutes South of the Utah state line. Then as it dawned on her she texted “Oooooh.” Before, she. Yes''''i love you very much , go down and say thank you to daddy''''thank me for your cute cloth baby''i was on my knees looking up''thank you daddy''Slap his bbc was slam on my face hurting me a bitlooking up in distress''no with a girl voice, you are a girl, you understand?''''yes yes ok daddy''''ohhh this is better my sexy girl''''now ask me to fuck your mouth like a teen pink pussy''I look up and repeated''....like a teen pussy''my hands were lift up and i saw a chains gettiing set on my.