I began firing Ma Deuce and then ran into a huge issue. The injured gunner had fired so many rounds through this Ma Deuce that the barrel was shot out... I ducked back into the Humvee and the driver complained, "What the hell are you doing? Get back on the gun before we all die!"I scrambled toward the back of the Humvee and the Ma Deuce I took from our Humvee and yelled, "This Ma Deuce is toast, the barrel is shot out."I had to move the dead driver from our Humvee out of the way because he was on. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve lost matches this year. But Al was the toughest match I’d had since playing Karl at National Singles last year. We played at a different level in that match than any other match of the whole tournament. It was really a shame that one of us had to win.I was lucky I was the one. The match went the full three games and at the end, I led by one point. We’d played for an hour and a half and the rest of the Gold competitors were standing outside our court watching the last. Soon we were rolling and wresting on his bed, and I decided to shelve that idea until further consideration could be taken. I did have one more question though, and managed to stop Brian from turning wrestling into fucking long enough to ask it. “There has to be some girl, right? You’re not putting your entire operation on hold just for my sake are you?”“Of course I am,” Brian said grinning from ear to ear. A terrible liar. I socked him with my pillow again. “Okay well I guess there are a few. I looked to them and her mother only nodded. I took a Martini on ice as well and handed them over their glasses. “You live here alone, you said earlier?” Rosalyn asked. “Yeah. I lived here with my wife before she died almost sixteen years ago.” “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.” She said sincerely. “No it’s ok. I mean, it’s already sixteen years ago.” We had a nice chat for a while before passing to dinner. Denise was sitting quietly smiling beside me and listening to our.