And J. Pennington Pennyworth was his character. I can only hope I do him proud.There is no overt transformation in this story, but it is something tha... I wanted, perhaps needed, to write since I heard of the Captain's passing.This story is for the Captain.And for JDG.And also for my father, who lost his fight with lung cancer.Penny Wishes: Time of SadnessBy Bill HartJ. Pennington Pennyworth of the Pembroke Pines Pennyworth's sat alone on his large cushioned chair and looked forlornly out the. Loving you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to hold you like this forever.’ Then a rifle bullet slammed into a tree trunk about four feet from our heads with a cracking sound, followed immediately by the distant bang of the rifle shot, and I instinctively tightened my grip on Val and rolled up over her to shield her from harm. I felt little fragments of pine bark falling onto my bare back. Val struggled a little, and I whispered, ‘Stay down. We make a small target down. “Yes, thanks” he replied briefly, hoping that would be the end of conversation.Within a minute he felt her oily, warm hands on his foot. He let out a quiet sigh of relief; all his senses were sharpened to the max and he was praying silently that his body will have the same benefit out of it, as his mind is already receiving. As an answer to his prayers, her fingers were moving skilfully, relaxing every inch that they touched. Her thumbs were moving slowly up and down his foot, pressing it. At the hotel reception I asked them for a rent a car and asked for limo.At 8 pm the car was at the hotel and we headed for the ride. I was dressed in casual with a blazer and she was wearing a classy off shoulder gown.We sat inside the car and it was just two of us in the rear portion and driver in the front I told him just go around the city, once when he started I started making drinks for us. Poonam thanked me for making this a reality I told her its her reward for hard work done. I started.