“Six feet of snoooooow,coming through my radio,,,It's raining in stilettooos,from here, clear down, to Meeehheexico…”Oh, how appropriate it was,...that those lyrics and that song flowed out of those speakers at just that moment…“My hands are nummmmmmb,from hanging on that steering wheel….”But, then again, Little Feat did always have a weird, symbiotic relationship with the soundtrack of my life. As did Mr. Seger. And even Springsteen. Until his angst went from defiance to whining like a little. "Yeah that's right, struggle and beg." She cruely taunted watching me squirm under her, "You know I could let you up right now and let you have some precious oxygen... Nah! This is what you get for displeasing your mistress so I'm not going to let you up 'til you pass out!" She chuckled evilly as she continued to ride out the heavy rocking of my body as I desperatly struggled.My lungs started to ache real bad as they hungered heavily for oxygen, but still no letting up, I started to feel dizzy. It exploded along the base of the dike being used by second squad, Mark’s squad, the squad of Sergeant Phillip Andrews. Red headed, freckle-faced Andy Andrews, Mark’s friend and squad leader, son of Mr. and Mrs. Carl P. Andrews, brother of Paul and Joyce, Kim Irving Andrew’s husband, and father of their three month old daughter Kacey, was killed instantly when members of the North Vietnamese Army manning a recoilless rifle, scored a direct hit on his position. In the next few weeks, getting. ’ So he kissed and was pulling away when she threw her arms around him and held him captive, seconds later opening her mouth. They took a break. ‘May I pull out a tit?’ She looked at him gravely and nodded and seemed to take a great deal of pleasure watching him at work. When Geneva looked at her watch he sighed and put the breast away behind the soft bra. ‘How did you like that?’ He grinned boyishly and said he’d been in heaven. ‘If you’re in a bad way I don’t mind jerking you off.’ ‘No, I’ll.