One of Lieutenant Norris’s gunners was alongside of him to report for the howitzers with a telegraph key alongside.Suddenly one of the guns fired wi...h a sharp crack. The shell landed short at the base of the embankment. A few minutes later it fired again, the shell landing near the top of the embankment. Again there was a pause before it fired again, this time the shell landed ten yards beyond the lookout post. Then next all the guns fired at the same time and shells screamed overhead to fall. Then there's the 8 percent spent doing busywork and the final 2 percent is terror. The bastards are shooting at ME!"With the excavator in the pit, 90 percent is on your knees doing not so mindless work with the trowel, 8 percent busywork: measuring, leveling, checking walls, writing boring field survey sheets of finding nothing, and 2 percent "chink" Oh shit! get out the brush and the chopsticks ... what is it? ... what is it? ... is it 'something?' or is it nothing but another fucking. She stopped kissing and stared at my crotch, her hand squeezing up and down my length. Her hands scrabbled at my jeans, tugging them down to my thighs until I was exposed and erect before her. Nico muttered, "No fucking way!" Before I had a chance to speak she had me in her mouth. Someone was pounding on the door, jiggling the handle and demanding beer. The shouting and pounding and sucking continued unabated for several minutes until the knocker finally took the hint and went away. All I. "No one yet, but Tom, Frank, and George are on the range. Your tee times aren't for an hour." Can you fix my friend up with a set of clubs?" Sure can," he said. He turned to go to the back of the pro shop and Michael followed him.I heard the door open and turned to see Phil walk in. "Good morning," he said. "Did the party go on much longer after we left?" Naw, we just laid around in the chaise lounges for a while," I replied. "Shall we put your clubs on the cart? I'd be honored if you would.