She leaned forward and kissed me again with more passion. Her tender hands spread out among the hairs on my chest as she pressed her mouth into mine. ... reached up with my left arm and draped it over her shoulders pulling her body closer to mine. I desperately wanted to hold her tight with both arms, but knew my right would not move without great pain. I missed having her body close to mine. Our tongues found each other playfully between our parted lips. My breathing grew as did hers. She sat. From what I hear, there's a judge out there somewhere who's breathing easier now that she got that check and can prove financial responsibility. She just about tore him a new one when he stamped her Emancipation 'Provisional'. Tore him a new one. That's something Jerry used to say. Jerry's my husband. Or was until he got in the way of a car bomb in Iraq.So, John had a fancy coffeemaker like Jill's that he gave to June and a top of the line laptop computer for Mary because she watched Laurie. My wife’s sweet, red lips gradually pulled back from her teeth in a cruel mockery of a smile of satisfaction as a pearly string of cum gently settled across her mouth. I retreated from the bathroom step by step, gradually becoming aware of the smell of burnt hair.In the bedroom, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a Hawaiian shirt – the red one with the big hibiscus flowers, I always feel comfortable in that one, grabbed my keys and a bottle of bourbon and stepped out into the quiet, night air.The. Shit, one of them was even embedded in the side of the hospital. Fuel was leaking from the ruptured tanks and I was sure it was going to ignite at any time. I got to the side door, pulled on it and thank God it still worked (otherwise, I would have been fucked)! But I sure as hell didn’t like what I saw inside the chopper: It looked like someone had attacked the crew with a fucking meat cleaver. I had almost assumed it was a total loss when I heard a voice croak, “Help me. Please help me.”I.