Turning my head, I looked and saw Charlene with my sniper rifle and I realized I wasn't even in my truck. Shaking my head, I walked over to the men an... dragged their sorry asses back to the truck and tossed them up on the uneven pile. Looking at them, I realized I had a lot of work coming in the next few hours as I stood there tying them down.I finished strapping the last one down when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, turning I went towards it. I stepped around a boulder and looked. ’ We kept on talking and it was strange. There was something about her that went far beyond just how beautiful she was. I was having these feelings that I didn’t understand. It had been a while since I had last had a relationship and I knew better than to fall in love with every girl I went out with, but listening to her and talking to her was lighting a fire in places that hadn’t been touched in a long time. I told her about working at the store and some of the war stories about some of the. She sat in the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle the patient, and stared at his meat, mouth open in shock. Her desire to sink his entire length into her mouth was almost overwhelming, but she held off, knowing that it would be wrong. Then he started peeing. He had been showing all the classic signs of a person about to wake up from an extended comatose state and the doctor had recently ordered his catheter to be removed along with the ventilator that had kept his lungs working all those. . that’s a bit of a problem actually.”“A problem?”“Lindsay is really against the idea.”“She’s your concubine; you know she doesn’t get a say,” Craig advised.“I know that up here,” he tapped his head, “but she was my wife. We were picked up just over a week ago and we’d been married for twenty-two years. It’s not easy making the change.”“Have you fucked your older daughter yet?” Craig deliberately used crude language to emphasize his point. Dennis needed to move forward.“Dawn? No. Lindsay.