‘I need help finding my phone.’ I hear her laugh. She must think I’m pathetically hung over. I hear her enter my room and her phone rings. ‘Wh...t up, girl?’ Jesus, I’m in hell. Can’t she tell that I need help? I imagine myself foolishly splayed across the bed, the ridiculousness of it meriting her attention. ‘Leslie,’ I try to interrupt, ‘Find my cell phone. In it is the number for Ball State Information. Call that number and ask for the number of Ball Memorial.’ I hear a low chuckle which is. Matt replied, laughing “well I can’t speak for anyone else, but I have had no complaints, quite the opposite. May be you should give it a go sometime”. He winked.“I don’t believe in mixing work with pleasure, even though it sounds a nice idea” I said, smiling. The other guys were laughing and one suggested, jokingly “get a room”.Another round of drinks arrived. My gin and tonic looked like a large one, it was Christmas, so what the hell. A tray of shots arrived too. Then a round of jaeger. Chelsea reached down, pulled her g-string to the side and unleashed her monster of a cock.“Oh my god!” exclaimed Jamie, staring at Chelsea’s huge organ.“See…..I told you, ill leave now…sorry to bother you” said Chelsea, as she bent down to pull her pants up, but before she could, Jamie got up, pulled her skirt up and pulled out her own giant cock, to Chelsea’s obvious arousal, and disbelief. “You see Chelsea…I also have a “little” secret of my own.” and with that, Jamie started to kiss Chelsea. He told the soldiers to stop and eat, then commanded the youngest soldier "find something to bandage this whore's feet with". He fumbled in his pack for a field dressing, "you stupid boy" yelled the Sergeant "that's for you or you're mates if your injured, not to be thrown away on a bitch we'll probably have to shoot before the day's out". "Then what..." he started, then turned back to Frey who lay face down in the mud sobbing quietly. He grabbed the top of her coarse sodden dress behind.