In fact the conventional wisdom around town was things were soon just about the same as before, only that the money was now going into different pocke...s. "Meet the new boss, same as the old boss", as The Who exclaimed in one of their songs, "Won't get fooled again".It didn't matter much to me. I was now officially "Short", as in I had just a little time left in my military service. I had no intention of reenlisting, as I didn't want to take any chance whatsoever that Toots and I would get split. I almost missed the question when one of the Senators asked about my battle tactics, wondering why I rarely engaged the enemy directly.“Given the horrendous losses of Roman sons against Hannibal, I hoped to bring as many of my men home as possible. Besides, forcing an engagement with the enemy would mean losses among their troops, and fewer slaves to send back,” I replied.“Then how can your troops prove their bravery and the superiority of Roman soldiers?” he questioned, sounding more puzzled. "You hear of one?" I found one," George explained. "It took some asking around. You still want a story on him?" Who is it?" Mark asked."Old guy over in Warsaw," George explained. "Must be close to 80. Worked in the mill, but he ran a trap line on the side for maybe twenty years, all with a dog team, and gave it up about the time snow machines got popular. Jim Horton. You know him?" The Jim Horton that's on the village council?" Mike asked. Lindquist nodded, and Mike went on, "Sure, I know him.. She moaned in ecstasy as he furiously fucked her. He let out a loud groan and his body tensed up. Oohhh Fuck bitch Im coming. Immediately after, he pulled out and grabbed her hair, yanking her head to face his rigid cock. It only took two strokes to send him over the edge. OPEN YOUR MOUTH CUNT, IM COMING he cried violently. Jenny did as she was told and opened wide while furiously rubbing her clit. He pointed his cock at her face but missed her thirsty mouth. His first load hit her her eye.