What kind of professional soldiers were these? Hadn't any of them ever heard of latrine trenches?"General Essgant, sir," she heard the squad leader re...orting, somewhere amidst the cluster of tents. "One who calls himself the trader Nurm has arrived with his caravan."As General Essgant emerged from his tent, Jewel was once more struck by the difference in these people's heights from what she was used to. The general was short, even for one of the Khamusani. He was stumpy and broad shouldered,. Just her type.“Happy birthday, Billy!" she said, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.“Mona, girl! Looking good. Come, have a drink with us.”They made small talk during their first round. She found out that he was in town visiting his family (as he had recently moved across the country) and he was happy to be celebrating his own birthday and Christmas with his friends. Mona sucked down another vodka soda and found that she couldn’t stop smiling. She remembered how much he made her laugh and. The look on her face was one of intense anguish and I knew then what the problem was and it related to what I’d been ranting about when I got home from work., However, I wanted her to tell me about it. For the last several months, she and a single, fellow teacher, younger than herself, had been working together on a school project to develop curriculum for a new class on girl’s health issues. This required, she had told me, that they spend an evening or two each week at the other woman’s. DeShawn kept calling a me a pussy for not standing up for myself but I just ignored him after all it’s true I am a sissy deep down inside. Opening my locker I got I out some clean shorts and boxers hoping to change real quick before anyone saw how small my penis got after my constant masturbation. Out of nowhere Tyrone takes away my shorts and boxers and laughs at how gross my penis was for being so small and dark brown for a white boy. My face blushing blood red of embarrassment. I helplessly.