On the drive to Wheeler I had seen a tunnel that was situated just right to take on some of the Japanese bombers. My hunch was confirmed when saw them...streak over the mountain and swoop down toward Pearl.There was just enough high school history in me to remember that at least one wave of the Japanese bombers flew in and back out to the Carriers’ right over that mountain. The tunnel faced the harbor. If we set up the guns at the tunnel entrance, we could even the odds up, even if just a little. The conductor ask for his hat back and he handed me 2 small aprons and told me to pit on to cover both my back and front and he helped tied the apron on my back strings. He then wrote something on a small paper and gave it to me and made me get out of the train. He yelled for a nearby by standing security who came to us. The conductor explained the situation to the security by stander and I was motion to follow the security guy and the train behind me left. It all happens so fast that I thought. I must have gushed and sprayed on every surface. The sheets and desk chair all bore markings and crusty “streaks”, almost jet-like, as I churned hot sperm 7-8 times a day. I just could not stop.A few days ago I was battling my own record. My mother went to bed early that night so I went to my room and started (as usual) to play with my weaner thinking about a girl in my class or the fast wanks we’d hit in the locker room. Class colleagues were doing it quickly. We often rubbed one out in the. Shit.’ Lindeman sat back, his fat gut spilling over the belt of his pants. ‘Well, we need to kill them all then. If Hansen is working with the girl, then we need to terminate him as well. We can’t afford loose ends.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ nodded the silver haired man. ‘As soon as I leave here, I will put out an order that Hansen, O’Shaughnessy and the girl are to be terminated with extreme prejudice. There will be no option or scope for their survival.’ Lindeman looked at him. ‘I don’t care how many men.