"Commodore Pruitt shrugged. "Its Johnny. Well, I guess calling me John is best." Well, I'll call you John for now," I said with a smile. "Now, I'll be...blunt, you surprised me with some of the things you said. Are you really related to Jennifer Gates, the one who is in DECO and works in assignments?"John sighed. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. We grew up in the same town, only she's three years older than me, so I was only a freshman in high school when she was a senior and astounding. Helen went up to her room first and was waiting for me in the conservatory. She had a huge spliff in one hand and a lighter in the other, far more exciting than my two mugs of tea! She lit the spliff and took a heavy drag as I put down the mugs, passing it to me and then collapsing down into the nearest chair. I noticed that she had moved the chairs around so they were now facing each other a few feet apart and I sat down before filling my lungs with the thick smoke. We passed the joint to each. ”“Why thank you Michael. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to have to lift your cock out of the way so I can get a better look at those huge testicles of yours. Are you okay with that Michael?”“Sure mom.” Suddenly, I was very okay with it! It would be so cool if mom actually liked my big cock, or at the very least, didn’t think I was a freak. I was still wondering how to move this conversation into a discussion about Mrs. Smith and the fact that I might be called a peeping tom pervert!“Spread. I told her that it was not possible for me to consider marriage while the war was still on."But you never come to see me. Why?" She protested angrily.I felt very inadequate as I made my feeble excuses."You are too busy fucking very other girl in the village Tony Nash. You just used me, and you have no intention of marrying me at all - have you?"I felt very guilty, as I continued my walk home. I had to admit there was some truth in what she had said.I then happened to remember what Jack had been.