You be the judge, OK?" With that I swung into my story.It started a few weeks ago, on a Tuesday. It suddenly dawned on me that morning that Alice was ...eally down. She was moving stiffly and acted like she was pretty sore. I asked her what was wrong. She told me she must have slept funny, she'd be all right as the day went on.I went on to work, not thinking anything more of it until I called her at lunch to find out how she was doing. She answered the phone kind of angry, something like, 'What. They were scrambling for cover as our mini-gun spit out its lethal fire. They didn't stand a chance. Pete was the best gunner I've ever served with, and he expertly directed his wrath on the panicked, camouflage-dressed enemy. Their bodies fell like cord wood as we became the harbinger of death. War is not glorious, but vile and merciless. The stunned enemy were so confused that their first reaction was to run and not even shoot back. We maintained our spear-head formation, cutting through the. We moved a small pile of supplies and materials through in the following few days. The U-haul van reappeared loaded with various interesting items, the highlight of which was an Argo Avenger. This was some serious All Wheel Transportation! Its an eight wheel, Diesel powered fully amphibious ATV.We relocated and retrieved the Quads from the downtown jump point that night. It was faster than searching for them over the rough terrain on the New Earth.Finally the day came when Grandma and Grandpa. Letting him admire the curves of her body that he had missed so much. He pushed against her greedy for the feeling and sight of her. But he was not a patient man. He rolled over so that she was now under him and he thrust once deeply and sure. She gasped. He lifted her smooth leg over his shoulder, raising her pelvis up to him and thrust again. She moaned. He took one hand in his and pinned it above her head, the other held her leg against him. He thrust a third time and she cried aloud. He.