.well...AIDS and STIs can basically take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut! And I wasn't a bad looking guy either. Average I'd say but one of my nat...ral advantages was my big rock star hair as a fan of heavy metal, and when I put on my Holly things and strutted my stuff for guys and other cd girlsin the bedroom there were never any complaints. Then again, there never are in polite company, are there..? But I still wanted to be as girly looking as I could be so I decided the one easy way to do. Jugnulooked deep into his mother’s eyes and said, “Ma, Iwish you were my wife”. Daya’s heart almost stoppedbeating. This would be her ultimate happiness – beingwife to her own dear son. She hugged her son tight andshowered kisses on his lips and cheeks and said,“Jugnu, my darling, I would be most happy to be yourwife. I love you so much.”. “Then, you get a divorcefrom father and I will get divorce from Mala and then I will marry you,Ma”,. It wasn't every day that he got to ride around so late, so he was taking his time, enjoying the look and feel of the neighborhood at night.His parents had gone away for the weekend, visiting some ailing distant relative, so he had spent the evening at the Haverchuck home with Bill and Neal. They watched Saturday Night Live, played a little Dungeons and Dragons, ate some junk food, and talked about girls. All in all it had been a pretty good evening, but it was way passed his usual curfew, and. I saw the other one go down and assumed either it or hopefully the Sedankina bitch that rode it was injured.I ordered, "Sgt. since there's only one of them, you keep them busy while I see if I can arrange exfiltration for us. I got on the radio, sent an SOS message and was surprised as hell with the response I got. I ordered, "L.Cpl. head toward the coast."As he turned to the new heading the motorcycle came up beside us and fired, so he swerved away from the motorcycle. I yelled, "Sgt. can't.