“Uh, hi?” I replied squeakily“Since you’re the new guy ‘ere, I need to to lay down some rules, first, you will follow my orders and second, ...f you fall out of line I never wanna see your god ass sorry face here, got it?” bellowed the moving ton truck“I…” He didn’t even wait for a reply, just slammed the door in my face and walked off back to his room. It was most likely to spend more time with Anna, his girlfriend or as I liked to call her “his obedient dog”. No offense to her of course, she. Female fart lovers will call that cute pussy! (Hmm!)With that, my mom’s sexual trance was broken, and she came back to her senses. I once again asked her the same question. She started to reply but got lost again in her thoughts while intensely smelling her finger inside my asshole.Me: Mom, stop smelling your stink finger!I shouted in embarrassment because I didn’t want to know how it smelled. When I pulled her hand, she stuck that stink finger straight over my nostrils. I chuckled shyly as I. He no longer looked like a hard-core Marine since he had grown a Fu Manchu mustache and his hair was now long and curly. Those boys were Charlie’s age, but they saw that Silver Star, and tended to stand a little straighter around him. The girls liked it too, since pretty girls liked being around a bunch of big hunky guys in uniforms.The next day I took Marine One up to West Point, where the staff had set up a mess tent in Michie Stadium. It wasn’t ‘Fort Frostbite’, but it was cold enough. I. Michael is mildly autistic, the consequent single-mindedness a significant asset to his scientific pursuits. It also means he’s inclined to take things too literally at times but, on the flip side, it makes him a terrible liar.Michael noted my serious tone and demeanour. “Yes,” he finished, “I think you’re gay.”“You’re also a scientist and follow scientific methods. What evidence do you have that I’m gay? Have you seen me kissing another boy or indulging in gay sex?”“Well, not exactly.”“So why.