Alex has not said a word since we started.I call my mom when my alarm goes off to let her know we'll be late. My Dad drives by about half an hour late...."I am presuming that there is a damn good reason fo' this." he asks after we're in the car. He's pretty pissed."It's at Trina's." That is a location, not a reason. A reason is explanation that makes sense of an event an' I am still waitin' for a good one." He using his 'court room voice' - very slow, very formal mostly to control his tone and. Dann hab ich mich zu ihm aufs Bett gesetzt und hab meine rechte Hand auf seinen linken Oberschenkel gelegt.Alleine die Berührung hat bei ihm schon gereicht und er wurde geil auf mich.Und er nach ein paar Minuten spürst du was du gerade mit mir machst.Und so habe ich dann seinen Schwanz in die Hand genommen.Waren zu dem Zeitpunkt leider nicht alleine auf dem Zimmer..Irgendwann hatte sein Bettnachbar erbarmen mit uns und ließ uns immer wieder zwischendurch alleine...Er war kaum draussen bin ich. We returned to our beachhead (we were all at the same one this time), ducked behind cover and watched as the fucking building totally collapsed.Jack laughed (and I wondered how many pain pills he'd taken) and remarked, "Serves the fuckers right for trying to shoot Banzai." He continued laughing and said, "Now that's the way you clear a building."The Butterbar looked a little green around the gills and asked, "Does this happen often in Iraq."Jack grinned at the Butterbar and totally yanked his. I went to the cab at the front of the line and headed back with a feeling of relief and trepidation. When I got back to the house Lorraine and Chrissy were not around, I approached the bedroom and could hear voices so I headed for the kitchen to make myself a sandwich and a cup of tea. I was sitting at the breakfast bar when Lorraine came in and walked over to me and gave me a hug and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Her eyes were moist and it was plain that she had been crying. She said quietly.