We could see the snow up on the mountain with our naked eyes.I remembered freezing my ass off in a place just north of the 38th parallel and often lan...ing on my back with the weight of my backpack. Trying to stand up became a losing proposition what with the snow and the ice. I suspected we were in for a taste of that right here in the good old USA.Our unit normally would make a twenty mile trek in about four and a half hours loaded down with all our combat gear.However, with the snow and ice. As I suspected the place was a run down family theater that was converted to a porno theater after the mall multiplexes took over. I was hoping to find a well dressed big belly businessman to have some fun with. For that evening I selected to wear a beautiful lightly starched white dress shirt with wing collar, a short necktie that only came down to my bellybutton so my fat gut would be fully exposed as it ballooned the shirt, a dark suit jacket and suit pants that were way too small in the. Tonight she was a whore, her son's whore.Chris saw a look in her eyes he had never seen before. It was almost a****listic; Carolyn felt as if this was her cock now, she made it, and from now on she would have it; anytime she wanted.With her sweat covered breasts crushing against his sweaty hairy chest; she leaned down and kissed him hard. They were fucking like sex crazed a****ls. Nothing mattered in this world but the need for both of them to cum.Suddenly, Carolyn rose up and started. In his very young mind at the time, IF he was hit by a bullet was card number seventeen thousand in that thousand IF series of cards, being immortal as any ten year old is. Picking up baby Emmeline while her supposed father went apeshit with a Japanese war sword, after finding Mum in bed getting gang banged by eight strangers; the IF was Bob's own survival card number three thousand and saving his darling baby sister Emmeline was number one or two, swapping to the odds of her next IF survival.