"In a louder voice, the Major called out orders to all his platoon commanders so the men could hear. His tone of voice was professional, and confident... The men that had dismounted hurried to climb back into their own vehicles, even before the platoon commanders passed the orders. Major Rashida was respected, and even loved, by his men, because he didn't view them as pawns to be used."Are you through playing soldier?" the Imam asked, as the Major entered the backseat on the passenger side.Major. “I’m kind of hoping you were talking to me. I don’t know who Mario is, but I don’t care what you call me if you have beer. The name is Frank, but all my friends call me Bud. Bud, Mario, whatever.” We all laughed and sort of beat up on Tom for telling us his name was Mario. And so it was that Mario / Bud fit right into our little group of single guys that lived at the complex. Over several beers, we found out all the important stuff about him =- college and pro football team allegiance, sort. “We’ll see about that. Angel Art: Repairing Barrier.”A bubble of light suddenly appeared around Baltoh’s fist, expanding twenty feet every second. The growing bubble of light consumed him and Abaddon and continued to expand, passing through the walls, floor, and ceiling of the tunnel as if they weren’t even there. After expanding a hundred meters in every direction, the bubble came to a stop and became still. Baltoh turned to a nearby concrete pillar and flicked the air in its direction. The. Lastly, Polly and Pamela’s little boys, also mine join the family picture in my head.After that evenings dreams, I woke up, with mom having gotten into our bed with us. Her hand was on me as I shot a load straight into her mouth.“Thank you, Paul. I love you, probably as much as she does,” she said after swallowing, as we looked at my still sleeping Penelope Anne.Two mornings later, we were back on the road, with Pam and Polly doing the driving to our final destination, Albuquerque!We got rooms.