" Why don't you write a story to help you deal with what you're feeling? Write about a boy whose father is coming home, say from a war, and how he wou...d feel. Just keep it for yourself, if you don't want to share it." I like that idea. Thanks, Dad. I love you." I love you, too."He pushed again and David set him down. Nathan rushed to his mother and began to cry again."Why's Nathan crying?" Aaron, there's a very thin line between different emotions. Nathan is so happy that the line has broken. The field troopers came into the fort with a long line of exhausted prisoners, mostly women and children, and went promptly into a celebrating mood spending their accumulated pay on booze and the Mexican girls furnished by the same bastards that were selling those repeating rifles to the hostiles.My scouts were disgusted by the entire affair because those captives were left out in the open to sleep on the ground and given limited rations to keep their stomachs from growling. I appropriated some. Oh, my god! I thought. What shocked me more was that a young man stepped out of it, handed the keys to the valet and walked toward the doors. He was dressed in a dark blazer, jeans, and a white turtleneck. I suddenly felt overdressed! He had long hair pulled back into a ponytail, glasses and a trimmed beard. A sudden bustle behind me had me standing up and checking my hair and makeup. The maitre ‘d had informed the owner of the new arrival, and Phil Stefani came bustling out of the back room.. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldnt wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks. Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored. Yvonnes head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldnt wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling.