Pete took me all over the country to railway sites of interest and when he wasn't doing that we were in his shed playing with his model railway. All g...od clean fun!One summers day in the shed, quite casually, Pete asked if I had started wanking. I don't know what I replied, but I was immediately suspicious of an adult asking about a taboo subject. He must have sensed my unease for he went on to say what a natural thing it was for a boy to do and that he and most men indulged in it. Quite a bit. He felt so good with her on top of him, so small and warm, his little girl. She was only 17 still ... Her head was on his chest as he kissed the top of her head and smelled her hair filled with her scent. He was transported back to the first time they were together, really not that long ago. He felt her bare feet rub against his and she slowly wiggled her body, and her hips started a little grind against his crotch. His hands went down to her bottom, still covered in her pajamas. She turned her. Although many corners had been cut to feed and quarter the crusaders, there was no such parsimony with regards to the military hardware. The landing pods, like the cloaking devices employed by the Enlightenment, were of the most modern design. They had to be if there was to be any possibility of the mission succeeding.Although Isaac was crammed shoulder to shoulder into a pod designed for fewer than half the number of occupants, everything else about the craft was of superior quality. The empty. She spent the next month in agony not being able to hear from her son or see him. She hardly slept or ate. She felt as if she was dying inside. Sometimes she wished she could have talked Adam out of going to the war so he'd be safe and not in pain.It'd been two months, when Christina got a phone call from Adam."Adam? How are you? I love you! Adam, I love you!" Christina cried into the phone.He sobbed. "I love you too mom. I'm doing a lot better and I'm coming home tomorrow." That's good! Come.