S.H. units there. Bill had taken shrapnel in the hip and she was the triage nurse that first treated him. He had known from the very first time he met...Mary Bell that she was a survivor and was capable of taking care of herself.Perhaps it was because his mind was always occupied with work that he just hadn't taken the time to consider it before, or perhaps it was because he just assumed that Mary Bell would take care of the child when it was born but now it had finally hit him.The truth was that. Most guys this wouldn't be a problem because they would just ask their dads for the keys and that would be that, but my dad grew with his dad believing if you wanted a car you worked and saved up for it so you had that sense of pride when you could finally afford to buy it. Well good fortune was with me one night when my dad asked me if I would mind doing the garbage route the upcoming Saturday by myself as he had a chance to pick up some overtime at work and he wanted the money. I wanted to. Still, she was a possibility.The most unlikely of the six was Mona. Good looking, sexy even, but she was a born again Christian. She didn't smoke, drink or swear and at break time and lunchtime you could find her in the break room reading her bible. I left Mona on the list because I had seen some "born agains" come crashing down before, and when it happened it could be spectacular. I remember one time in college when a bible thumping goody-two shoes ended up dancing in the nude on a pool table. I moved over to next to him to allow him to go back to stroking my still exposed meat. He accepted one furtive kiss, but not much more than that, so I bent over and took his dick in my mouth. It was already oozing tasty pre-cum. When I backed off, my partner went down for a taste of my dick in turn. After a minute of two, I stepped back to take off all of my clothes and lay down on the wide bench. With my legs dangling off the long end, he got between to play with me and then start.