"...sometimes..." was my response. There was a ten minute break in between my reply and the next text Sue sent. It read, "...I think about u all the t...me." Wow. I didn't know. How could I have known? I pondered on what she could possibly be thinking about, seeing as how she had never physically seen my cock, but then I remembered all the times that she had wrapped her petite little hand around the bulge in my Wranglers while we were making out, and all the nudes we had sent to each other. I. “How many of us are guards on the battlements?”“Two.”“And how many bows did we have?”“One.”“So how can we both carry a bow on the battlements if there is only one bow?”“So, we need a second bow.”“Give the man a cigar.”“So why should it work?”“Because the other one works. If this one works, then it’s like the other one. Maybe not as accurate—yet—but still a working model.”“What are you going to be when you grow up, kid?”“Robin Hood. And you can be Little Glenn,” answered Wayne.“What I’m going to. "Now," she hissed. "Richard Cutter, something is very wrong tonight and that letter was a huge part of it. You had better be prepared to tell me everything."I nodded. "I am," I said. "But it's a long story. I'd rather we went into your apartment so we could at least be warm while I tell you."Ami nodded and pulled me to my feet, giving me a surprisingly loving kiss after the almost accusatory statement. "Richard, I have things to tell you once you are done," she whispered.She held my hand and. There's always one in the crowd, says to go ahead and pee, no ones stopping me. I thank him, spread my legs a little bit and pee right there while they all watch. Then I just keep talking to them like nothing happened.I really like men in uniform, especially Marines, oh by all the gods, I love Marines. I would love to get into a Marine Corps boot camp company, one that's been in training for about a month, where all the recruits are really horny. I don't know how, but I get snuck into their.