No, the problem was that Billy was a loner. The Marines wanted teamwork.His life was made a living hell as the Marines tried to remake him in their ow... image. Billy was stubborn as hell and paid for it with constant harassment.In the end, of course, Billy got nowhere close to being an embassy guard. In the words of one Gunny, "That SOB is good for only one thing — killing people. I think 'Nam will make a man and a real Marine out of him... or kill him."And that's how Billy became a man and a. When it was dry he lowered it again and stepped in front of Tyra. She squirmed in anticipation as he stood there looking up at her."Water!" she panted, "Need water!"He said, "If I do, what will you do for me?"He let his eyes slide down to her chest and said, "You've got great tits, Tyra, and I love those big nipples. Maybe you'll let me play with your jugs for awhile."He stepped closer and prodded her breasts with the sponge-capped spear. He used it to swing them back and forth. Tyra gritted. Why should he? He was rich. He could do whatever he wanted and if he fell, well, money has a way of making sure you always land on your feet. Dean was a cat man and he knew it, in fact he reveled in it.He’d grabbed the flight to Lukla on a whim. He’d been in Katmandu and decided to do some exploring. Dean knew he was in no shape to take on Mt. Everest on any other monsters in the Himalayas but figured it would be fun to poke around the foothills. He’d slipped a hippie girl in Katmandu a. .. " Shush," she said. "Put your panties on and then go into the closet. Iwant you to watch us through the keyhole. I want you to be a peeper."I did. I pulled her damp red panties up my legs, and I closed the closetand felt the darkness. I looked through the keyhole as he made long,sweet love to her. And I rubbed myself through my panties, feeling myerection. Part of me felt low as hell itself, but part of me was abovethe clouds.A mixture of feelings poured though me. The two of them were.