I can hear the main festivities happening on a floor above me. I ask the man and woman in the corner, “Can I go upstairs?” “Of course. Hurry up!...�� She’s standing next to me now, patting my shoulder and trying to comfort my nerves. I smell the scent of food drifting around, and I find the massive source for it upstairs. It’s the perfect party, complete with food and music, and of course this wonderful view of the waterfall rushing over the huts. A few people greet me. They tell me to get. Most people seem to think it was HitlerÕs fault, that he turned on the Japanese just as he had done with the Russians five years before.Docked in San Diego harbor and festooned with flags for a naval celebration, the Yamato exploded, burned and sank. That was the first incident most people agree. Two Type-X German U-boats were docked at the time and the Japanese authorities blamed the loss of their huge battleship on the German submarines. The Nazi authorities, of course, denied it and. I came back into the room, and sat down wearily.“So tell me, Carole, was that the end of you and Antonio?”She couldn’t meet my eyes.“N-No,” she said, “we were able to get together about once a month for about 12 years until his death, eight years ago.”“Twelve years!” I nearly exploded, “you were fucking that asshole for twelve fucking years?”“No, Jon, it wasn’t like that at all,” she cried.“No? Then why don’t you tell me what it was like? You seem to think that what you did was all sweetness. ‘Feeling good, s*s?’ I asked cockily. ‘What the fuck do you think!’ she hissed at me, looking back with blazing eyes. ‘I want you to cum, I want you to fuckin’ cum!’ I hissed in her ear. My s****r really loved having me talk to her like this when we made love, real blunt and lewdly. ‘I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum right now!’ she barked and, true to her word, her body exploded like a simmering volcano on the edge of eruption, and then finally releasing all its pent-up pressure. When her spasms.