A career dog trainer with the US Army. He was short a leg which I only noticed because he didn't bother to hide his prosthetic blade inside a boot. He...had been a dog handler till the Taliban shot his dog and then shot him as well, with a very large caliber rifle stolen from a dead US ranger sniper. I heard the story from the New Sergeant major. The Sergeant major had been told of the pecking order. Even though I had no rank and no special training, he pretty much minded his manners.I spent over. "Forgot to undo the chains. Whole building came down on top of them. I needed a backhoe and jackhammer just to get to the bodies." He took a long pull from the Styrofoam cup, draining it. "Fucking internet."The younger man was confused. "What's the internet got to do with it?"Frank sighed. "You don't remember the old days, Barry. There were so many fewer writers, and they had mandatory safeguards back then -- everything went through publishing houses, with whole staffs of editors and. Dr. Jordan time phased again to avoid detection and headed out to the beautiful IAT campus, enjoying the time-stopped sunlight after so long in the lab. There on their afternoon walk were his colleagues, Dr. Celia Ramon and Dr. Carol Perce, two of the most respected scientist in the field. What was it Carol had said at the meeting where he had proposed developing his chrononites? That is was the irrational fantasy of an immature mind. Celia had burst into laughter over that. Dr. Jordan finally. Stacy was my giggling helper as she watched how much I tormented Kelly. I finished the left leg and wiped the warm towel on it.“Finally, now shave my pussy bald and then get that gorgeous cock buried in it.” Kelly said between gasps for air.“No, hop down.” I said to Kelly, you could see the disappointment instantly come on her face.“But...” she said as I touched my finger to her lips to quiet her.“Turn around and bend over the table.” I ordered watching her move into position.Kelly was soon.