” —Col. Jessep (Jack Nicholson)If betting was a popular feature in 1939 inside World War Two Berlin on the verge of entering a global war with str...tegy discarded along the wayside joining simple things like logic and reason in making military decisions, then the odds of the Soviet Union invading Poland from the other side joining their new Best Friend Forever, Nazi Germany would have been about one thousand to one. It was such a sure thing I was certain no bookmaker would have the balls to take. So, I made a quick run to the dining hall, and brought some extra food back to the room, just in case, which I technically wasn't allowed to do. Lily told me then that she would have to be going, begging off consuming any of the comestibles of marginal quality that I'd presented to her. She had something else in mind, anyhow."One more time before I go?" she said with a red-eyed smile.And so, I laid back on the bed and she climbed aboard. In no time, the number of used condoms I'd disposed of. He wrenched it lose, put a knee on it, and laid my hand out on the floor. Slam, slam, slam. My fingers were a ruined mess.It didn't hurt much anymore, being broken, being torn apart. It was just flesh and bone, weak and hollow, and soon parting. He got hold of the other hand. I didn't resist much. Slam, slam, slam.I didn't really need my hands anymore. How could they help me? That was the moment I began to cry, to sob, to feel it all escaping, my sweet little life.Slam, slam, slam. He broke. It had been a long time and my stomach was all butterflies. Right on time he pulled up along side my car. After brief good mornings we left, he following me, and drove the short distance to a small but secluded hay field. I pulled in and parked and he parked behind me. I went to his car and got into the passenger’s front seat. He had already pushed his pants down to his knees and was rubbing his cock through his briefs. I wasn’t going to waste any time. I took hold of his cock through his.