We, as a nation, had let him and so many like him fall through the cracks. My time in the service was completely different, even with my stint in the ...ulf war, it wasn’t even close to comparable. When I saw the results of what he must have gone through, what he was still going through in his mind because he had served. Well, it just really got to me.He was probably all alone in the world, or pretty close to it. Otherwise, he most likely wouldn’t have been sleeping on a damn park bench. I doubt. "Do you know who I am? One phone call and I can--"The tall man reached down and slapped Damon hard across the face, almost casually. He was wearing thick work gloves that extended nearly to his elbows. "Be silent," he said. "I want you to see something."He pulled the table closer to Damon and moved the cage so it was right in front of him. The cage contained a brown mouse. The tall man took a small vial from his pocket. Very carefully he removed the top, which contained an eyedropper, drew some. The good pilots, the ones calm under pressure, dealt with thedistractions while focusing on the critical phase of flight. Of allthe things that could distract this ace during a flight, I neverimagined in all my life, it would be one of my good friends' erect junksticking into my back."Don't be embarrassed, I completely understand. Make it up to me laterand buy me a few drinks when this is over. Deal? Now hop on my backand think of Turner." He hopped up onto my back. Sergei stripped offhis. In my authoritative voice, I told Janet to remove her robe and get comfortable, face down with the center of her face placed in the opening provided. She thought that was a very cool device and commented, “Oh, that’s so I can breathe.” This really was her first massage, and her inexperience was going to help me immensely. She had no idea what to expect when she announced, “I'm ready.” Well, so was I. I turned back to her to d**** one of the towels over her ass, and up to the small of her back..