I’m not a conscientious objector, sir.”Hyschak glanced at the senior drill instructor. Sometimes, in the interests of expediency, the drill instru...tors “helped” the recruits. “Is Kevin one of your drill instructors?”“No, sir. Kevin Butcher is my brother in law, sir.”The senior drill instructor opened his mouth as if to speak. Hyschak said, “Sergeant Allen, do you have something to add?”“A question for the recruit, if I may, sir?” The chaplain nodded.The drill instructor turned to the recruit.. "Ah baby, ya!" shouted Lisa, as Avan came inside of her pussy and she collapsed over him, the two laying in bed sweaty and naked."Almost midnight, we have to be in the office tomorrow at eight!" said Lisa, slightly worried."Relax, she is never really there herself," replied Avan, still having his hand over her pussy."Can't fucking relax, you know that, she can be there any fucking time," replied Lisa."Come here, give some sugar," said Avan, trying to get Lisa's attention away from their. " She chuckled. "As for trying to protect that boy, Simon ... you just told me everything I needed to know."She released the girl, and Renee fell to her knees."He'll be taught his place, and the penalty for interfering ... but not yet." Emilee stalked to the bed. "Now is my time to play with you." Yes, ma'am," said Renee's bowed head. "If you please."The woman paused at the words. "I nearly forgot," she murmured.The world lost color before Renee's eyes, every shade of the rainbow cycling. I pulled the big rig into the diner and parked for easy egress later on. I only had a couple of hours more road time, but I was hungry. The construction project would have to get along without its rebar till I filled my belly.So "what" am I? I'm a fifty-eight year old retiree—make that ex-retiree—pushing a Kenworth down the road to the California-Oregon border, delivering rebar to AST Construction Ltd. Well, I had to do something. I really do hate soaps. I hate puttering around the garden. But,.