”As she quit talking the scene shifted and I was sitting in that all too familiar and despised hospital room. My beautiful Laura, the love of my lif..., the rock I relied on so much, was lying in the hospital bed. I was sitting next to her holding her shriveled hand as she lay unconscious. I’d been thinking about the last thirty years and everything I’d hidden away from her, about what had happened out in the Iraqi desert. Well, more accurately, I was thinking about what hiding everything away. Put this Speedo on for us.”She then handed me a small light blue racing Speedo as she gently kissed my neck sending chills down by spine.“Go ahead, the bathroom is over there,” Natalie encouraged.I was not sure why, I guess my lust for Marie was too overwhelming but I got up, tried to hide the tent that my hard cock had already made in my board shorts and made my way to the bathroom. The suit was tiny and tight. I was barely able to keep my stiff cock inside of it. I felt so silly and. Once the size of the personnel hatch on the cargo vessel was noted, and the drifting speck of human awareness achieved some comprehension of perspective, the vast testimonial to human achievement grew exponentially, as did the wonder at why this enormous mass representing years of hopes and dreams and ambitions now drifted aimlessly and to no purpose.Minutes of awe struck drifting later, Ide touched down against the hanger floor, the snap of engaging magnetic boots more felt than heard in this. . mais.. je... non... dit-elle en s'effondrant sur la chaise.Je la regarde durement. - Je... dit-elle en se mettant ? pleurer. - Pas la peine de pleurer pour m'attendrir, dis-je s?chement. C'est trop tard. - Je vous en supplie... Il disait que vous ne saurez rien... - Pourtant je sais.Je d?croche le t?l?phone. - Que... ? Que... Qui vous appelez ? - La police.Candy se l?ve brusquement. - Non !! l?che t-elle en se rasseyant lentement. Piti?. Ne les appelez pas. Je vous en supplie. Je... je ne.