. while Anderson droned on about how far behind Private Leopold Gunter’s injuries were pushing his squad’s training schedule, Calix asked the base...AI about the Lt’s history.“Any family members lost recently?” Calix sub-vocalized.“Both of the Lieutenant’s parents killed in an auto accident three years ago,” the AI replied.“Were they close?”“Unknown. The Lieutenant has pictures of them in his quarters.”“Thank you, Hermes,” Calix replied with a slight, uncomfortable twist of his neck.“I’m not. Dont they think im dead and the worst part is I was at my own funeral….i thought I should be….and to be honest a lotta people miss me. People who I never knew." I cant imagine what that’s like…and what did they say to you that made you cry like this?" "Nothing I just wonder if anyone even fucking cares that I exsist or that I don’t anymore." "Well I do. And you may be that dorky kid I used to tease about being short and nerdy but I still care." I felt my phone go off and I looked. It was a text. That was Uncle Joe. I recognized him from Dad’s family album. He was leaning on a plank post and was moaning louder and louder. I approached some more and hid in an empty stall behind a few bales of hay. I could see the clear picture now and for a second, I was both terrified and turned on. I mean “clit out of its hood in less than 3 seconds” turned on. There was another guy with long dark hair. He was on his knees and Uncle Joe had his monster cock in his mouth. I mean that thing was ENORMOUS.. I won't say that I knew everyone in town, or that everyone knew me, but the odds were pretty good that if I was caught it would be by someone who recognized me. That's one of the paradoxes of living in a very small town; you are far less anonymous than when surrounded by people in a larger city.It took me a few minutes to work up my nerve before I finally stood up and walked to the edge of the front lawn. I looked around and then took a long, deep breath before scampering across the road and.