Brittany told her, “well honey, it’s about time you did that. I just loooove a good menage-a trois!” Jennifer looked at Brittany and said, “yo...’re such a slut.” Brittany replied, “like I’m not sitting with two sluts!”. Both Jennifer and Rachel then held their hands to their mouths stuck their tongues in their cheeks and made motion as if sucking a dick and they all laughed. Meanwhile I am just sitting there listening and not knowing whether I should interject something or not, so I just stayed. I can't stand seeing them fuck each other like this while ignoring me like I don't even exist. I see them in the dirtiest of intimacies, while Amy's fingers are inserted between Marylou's buttocks and enter her anus without mercy and a gesture of pain lights up Marylou's face mixed with her pleasure. Not only I’m not with them, not only I can’t serve them as the most abject of slaves, not only they don’t torture my body... They ignore me, I am nothing to them, just a lump, a piece of meat. Helper,’ I say to remind her of the nick name she gave me. I can’t quite place the look she gives me then. ‘What the hell is this?’ she ask then. ‘A burger, fries and a pie.’ I nod towards the bag. ‘Been finding lost change and checking vending machines to get that for you. I hope it’s still warm,’ I say. ‘What the fuck kind of play acting shit is this? You think I’m going to buy this sorry act, Mr. Helper?’ she says. ‘Up to you,’ I get to my feet. ‘I saw a large box about two block away. I. . . well . . . everything about my ‘condition.’ Every single day . . . EVERY SINGLE DAY . . . as soon as I climbed into my tank, there would be a pillow on my seat. A very fluffy pillow. The ribbing didn’t stop until our compound was attacked one night. 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. During the attack by a much larger force, I grabbed my M-16 and, with the help of my best friend,.