The Marine Corps prides itself on the fact that no matter what your MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) is, at heart every Marine is a rifleman. Dur...ng the attack by a much larger force, I grabbed my M-16 and, with the help of my best friend, managed to take out a number of enemy combatants, allowing the members of my platoon to safely withdraw until they could organize a counterattack. Unfortunately, my best friend was killed in the attack. After I was awarded the Silver Star, the ribbing. The characters, cept'n for th' famous eeerotic writer cmsix 'n' the briefly mentioned eeerotic writer Naive, 'n' the situation are purely th' product of my overactive imagination. Any similarities y'all might find between this here tale and any actual people y'all might know, or between this here story and any actual events that y'all should be ashamed of, are purely coincidental.This story is copyright 2005 by Russell Hoisington. You may post it freely to non-commercial (free) sites, or in the. I put on my pants then reached for a bra, leggings and a dress that would have been considerably short for my sister who is roughly 15cm shorter than me. I tossed her clothes into my bag and then we were off.After dropping my sister off, I headed straight to campus. It was quite, as i had suspected with few students s**ttered few and far between. I sorted out all the academic priorities I had, then proceeded to a spot (F-block) at which my friends and i usually light up some Mary Jane. I. Tomorrow we can call Pam to take your clients at the gym for a week, we’ll get it all worked out. Right now you just need to rest easy and let that big red pump of yours get ready for the cardioversion.” Jake placed his hand on Ryan’s chest over his heart; since all he had on was an unzipped jacket, his chest was bare, and Jake could feel the resounding thud-thud of an athletic heart, almost as if it was straining to beat its way out of Ryan’s ribcage. The pair exited the clinic into the warm.