" Well, he's obviously not from around here," Tanya replied. "But half the people we've met today were from somewhere else – that Brit we took priso...er, for instance." How could you tell he was British," Frank asked. "I didn't notice an accent." 'Slag' is metal that's been heated so much that it's worthless for recycling," Tanya informed him. "It's usually found in bombed out buildings that contain steel girders. There haven't been that many gutted buildings in the U.S. for the term to become. Except, my dad had some serious PTSD. He developed a quick temper and would become abusive. Mom couldn't deal with it, so one night she gathered my sister and me and we left him. Of course, it wasn't long before she was dealing drugs again. She got caught and this time was looking at doing some serious time. My dad was in a downward spiral and ended up committing suicide." Oh, God, Donna." He shook his head. "Yet another casualty of a war we had no business starting." I agree with you on that. The man was looking the house over on the outside as if he was making a list of things that needed to be done... Finishing his snack, Larry stood and announced that he had to get home and change for a date with Lisa tonight. Once we both had our driver's licenses, we had been enjoying the freedom to date. Rather Larry had. I had broken up with the airhead I had been dating at the end of the school year. The breakup was rather nasty and I found out just how nasty and vengeful she actually was.. "Mary, honey, do you want me to pull out?" Don't you dare pull out! A little pain is not going to stop me from getting the fuck that I have been looking forward to. Just hold still a minute longer, and I should be all right. The pain is starting to fade."Okay, I could do that. I held still until Mary told me to push again. This time, I got in about an inch and a half before I felt a little skin-to-skin binding. Well, I knew how to handle that and backed up a smidgeon. Mary started to react when.