”“I know all that. Wanted to, anyway...”“We can’t be doing that, Mandy. Seriously.”“I know. But it’s US.” She looked at me, big blue...eyes moist. “It’s us forever...”“Baby, you say that now. You’re fourteen.”“And a day.”“We shouldn’t.”“I’ll be good. Don’t send me away.”“Honey, if other people found out, I’d be the one who went away. Twenty years in jail.”“For playin’ with your pee-pee?” That was the term her parents had raised her using.“It quit being a pee-pee when it matured, baby. You know. .. ckwards.Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn't be able to join a military unit until you're at least 35.For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every ten seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a month, leaving us more than 280,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't. " I would love something like that but, you see, I'm allergic to grape. It is a cross I have to bear. Plain filtered water with two fingers of ice will suit me just fine." Coming right up," said the ceiling.John liked to have jumped right out of his skin when the chair table appeared and the salad came next. Fresh baby spinach, vine ripe tomatoes, slivers of sweet baby carrots, Grecian black olives, cooked and chilled sliced morel mushrooms, cheddar cheese ... just a hint of sharpness ... and a. I dreamed that this girl came down from the sky like an angel (I have some messed up dreams ok?). She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was VERY fit. For some reason, she looked extremely familiar to me, but you can never name a person while you are dreaming. I asked her what she was doing and she placed her finger over my mouth with her finger. She placed her hands at my waistband and slowly pulled it down, stirring a reaction down south. When she breathed her warm, moist breath on my growing.