Because we were supposed to get in shape as part of boot camp, there wereexercise machines of all different varieties right in the squad bay welived i... (a squad bay is a big open room with lots of bunk beds. Communalliving at it's finest) I liked to work out at night, after lights out,because it was very peaceful, and it helped me forget about the dailyproblems.I was using one of the leg press machines, the kind in which you lay onyour front, grab the handrests, and kick back with one leg while. He cycled like that threetimes filling me with what felt to me like the largest load I had takenyet. We both fell forward from absolute exhaustion and stayed like thatuntil he went partway soft inside of me...And then he got hard again."Ha!...my one eyed soldier wants to carry on but the rest of me justcan't go on anymore," he said before he pulled out of me and floppeddown at my side.His eyes closed, and then my eyes closed, and then...The Aftermath"Ughhh...I can't believe we slept for ten. Despite her size, she moved fluidly to the music. I especially enjoyed watching her breasts move.The MC5 and "Kick Out the Jams" followed and then "I Wanna Be Your Dog," by the Stooges, leading to punk.The Ramones began the aural assault. She played the first side of their first album. It was fast and raucous and simple and fun.We began making out to it, which I also enjoyed. She sat on the couch, and I decided my mom had seen her naked, so pulling off her pants wasn't going too far. Moving. She had no choicebut to follow. Even though it was out in the parking lot everyone couldhear what Megan had to say."You can play your little pity games with Mark, you can even take stabsat me, Bitch. But when you attempt to hurt children that I love, childrenthat you tossed aside. I draw the fucking line. I'll kick your stuck up,self-righteous ass all over and win every time because I'm a real mother.And if you ever call one of my special Daughters a boy again I'll buryyou under the fucking.