“I love you, Mister Talbot.” She moaned at the touch of his lips. Pulling back, she grinned and said, “Melly Talbot. I like the sound of that.�...“Me too.”Melly crawled up onto Dave’s lap and straddled his waist, an action which took considerable energy considering the length of her wedding dress. “You know that bit about ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?’ Want to see?” She flipped the hem of her dress lightly. “Huh?”“Melly? You mean...? Jesus! Here?”“Huh? Huh?”. There she is, again! ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss! That’s it! This is it! But don’t stop! Don’t stop!’ Her whole body is trembling, but I still hold her by her ass cheeks and pump. As I’m knelt on the bed, honestly, I’m not really sure that if I let her ass cheeks go, I can keep my balance… Suddenly, I have an idea – I let go her right ass cheek, put my thumb into my mouth, make it wet, then I start caressing the entrance of her ass – she jumps forward almost lying on her belly:. Did a commanding officer have the right to decide such a thing for one of his men? Sure in the twisted hell of combat, it might be necessary to give a merciful bullet to a comrade but what about here in peacetime? Could he give that order now? It all seemed rather cold-blooded to him. Simply make a phone call and a man dies. Perhaps a better question would be, "Should I give that order now?" If the situation is truly as hopeless as the doctor suggested, then yes he should. But should he simply. Never sitting still long enough for him toget more than a split-second glimpse of it. So he turned around, andaround, and around.He didn't even notice the pink dust that was quickly starting to spinaround him. Coating him. Changing him.* * * * *Ted finally reached his house. He opened the door and tossed his bookbagto the side."I'm home, Dad," he called out. A tapping noise caught his attention ashis father stepped out into the hall to greet him."Welcome home, sweetie!" Stan said with a smile.