Half an hour later I held my daughter wonderingly in my arms as the doctors tidied things up and Carly was doped up to the eyeballs with various medic...tions.A quick picture on my camera phone from a friendly nurse soon had my lovely daughter's picture flying its way over the airwaves to friends, family and work colleagues and the congratulations flooded in. I of course had rung Mum at various stages and did so now, now that the immediate danger had passed. She was, of course, delighted and I. Jim is a Boy Scout leader, our scrounger, and another avid outdoorsman. Jim can find anything, anywhere and make it work. Next up are Sgts. Harry Conner and Phil Dean. They are our EOD people. If it can go bang, they can either disarm it or make it go bang, depending on my orders. I have two Corporals, Billy Dean Grant and Gary P. Nutt. They, along with SSgt. Patrick Price, USAF, are my riflemen. Pat is my sniper. I had worked with Pat before on my first tour in the sandbox when he was a Senior. I still had my boner and I had to pee so I let my aunt know I had to pee. She just said to go right ahead and I opened the toilette seat and I put my left hand on the wall in an inclined position in order to make my penis point down more.(A note to girls: This happens every time a guy wakes up. Our dicks get really hard and we have a hard time peeing since the penis is so hard it’s either pointing at the ceiling or at the wall. And no, it’s not easy to point it down when it’s hard like that. Forgetting he was still a fat ass, Morgan moved quickly – but with refined dignity – back to his chair and sat, unable to take his eyes from her. After a pause, he inhaled deeply and began the interview. Miss Thomas answered in all the right ways. She was proper and polite, and not the least bit desperate or insincere. She was a refined, mannerly, quite elegant young lady and Morgan loved it, ached for it! Finally, his curiosity had been piqued enough. ‘How old are you, Miss Thomas?’ Sweetly,.