Callahan was marching near the center of the formation, his M-24 held at ready, his heavy combat boots squelching wetly through the mud and pine needl...s of the terrain. He, like all of the men, wore a Kevlar helmet upon his head and a pair of combat goggles upon his face. Thick Kevlar armor, heavier even than that which police officers wore, adorned his chest and upper abdomen. The armor was covered by web gear that contained a combat computer, several fragmentation grenades, and extra sixty. We did remove other random, but not deemed important, memories on purpose. There were ones he was sure would be part of a battery run on her to assess the amount of brain damage. Each were things pertaining to school materials, social events, and similar things Paula, as well as most other kids our age, wouldn’t forget.It was almost as pleasurable as one long, intense orgasm, when I was able to finally stuff myself with real, fully-flavored foods.I still can’t believe I can eat so much and only. Ali reached around the front of her neck and began to unbutton her blouse. What are you doing Alison? I dont want to get the oil on your pretty blouse. Oh &hellip, I suppose not. With that Ali unbutton a few buttons down on her blouse exposing her massive cleavage. She then pulled the blouse down on her upper arms. She was certainly a muscular woman with shoulders like a javelin thrower. Ali looked at the red skin under her bra straps. Marge your bra straps are digging into your shoulders no. It wasn't crowded in this heat. I didn't meet anyone else. After sitting for 5 minutes, I didn't meet any more passers-by. Having finally decided not to engage in nonsense, and walk home, I got up from the bench, but suddenly my attention was attracted by a very unusual picture. A very beautiful and slender blonde was walking down the alley. Yes, this part of the picture is not surprising. But with her by the hand was a tall and muscular black guy. Why is the picture unusual? Because it is.