"I know it's been a while since talked. I'm sorry about that. I just don't know what to say most of the time."The few men in the room stopped their co...versations and turned to look at me, wondering if I was talking to them."I'm in college now," I continued. "I'm studying to be an engineer. No, I don't want to drive a train. I want to build bridges and roads. But driving a train might be cool."I paused for a moment."I didn't join the Army," I added. "I thought about. I thought about it real. He was then and remains to be a very private man. I will reveal as much of his doings as is prudent, but understand that always you (and I, to my frustration) will only learn as much as he wishes, not what fully transpired.As I have said earlier, I am not lacking in talents of persuasion (though some have referred to them as 'unholy nagging') and so I did eventually learn of how Anarion was knighted. After the funeral, he was invited to the king's private library, where his majesty and several. But oddly enough I was also hard, just thinking about it. I took a shower and lay down on the bed. I took a hand mirror, pulled my legs back as far as I could and looked at my ass. It was still stretched and loose from the poundings Carl had given it the night before. I slid my finger in, and it was sore and swollen. But it felt good, in a weird way. For the first time in this whole ordeal, I thought about how I was always very attracted to women, and never really thought about doing anything. Their lives depended on it. In an emergency, the AIs knew what to do.The number of injured people with bullet holes in them kept growing. Soon the sergeant who was running the gate came though, with three bullet holes in him. I grabbed him and pulled him off to the side. I took off my shirt and started plugging his holes. The soldiers were wearing light armor but it did not cover their legs or arms. When sergeant started cursing up a storm, I told him to settle down. His femoral artery had been.