"OK, Muffin. What in the hell were you doing to that poor airman?" I'm sorry, Bob. He pissed me off, and I just put him in his place. He pushed me awa... from a slot machine I was looking at and told me children weren't allowed to play with grown up toys. I told him that he had no right to talk to me that way, and he said something about I was his responsibility because he was a defender of our country. I told him that real men wore Marine Corp green, and that only pussies wore Air Force Blue. He. Fucker. He just doesn't get it. He's on all fours hoping for a jerk-offand I'm staring at a big, bright, yellow sunflower inked in permanentlyaround his asshole. What a fucking loser.I turned the laser device on."Does wittle Jewwi want his cum-cum?"He nodded his head vigorously. He knew better than to talk.I stared at his asshole, his perineum, and his scrotum. The tattooartist had done a rough shave around his hole, sufficient enough forthe needle and ink but insufficient for my current. I felt ashamed. How could I have let myself enjoy what this man was doing to me? I felt so dirty. I felt like a filthy street whore. I grabbed his hand trying to make him stop. He just smiled at me. He knew I came."You're a nasty little girl aren't cha'... you should be ashamed of yourself," he said while smirking and laughing.He was right. I was so ashamed I covered my face with my hands and started crying. I was still tingling from my forced orgasm and the cold rain hitting my body didn't. Transgressing the rules is never good.”“Pandora. Sisyphus. Prometheus.”“Next month I want to take Samuel out late and show him the stars. He won’t see Aquila, but that’s OK.”“Aquila?”“The Eagle. I will need to introduce Samuel to his totem. He will need to know about his totem. It’s one of the 48 constellations described by Ptolemy, the second-century astronomer. It had been earlier mentioned by Eudoxus in the fourth century BCE. The Greek Aquila is probably based on the Babylonian.