" You ran away?" Nimrod asks lightly. His eyes twinkling with humor."No," I smile back at him grateful at his levity. "I pledged myself to him. I know...it was crazy but I felt, underneath all of his actions Vashe' did not want to be doing what he was doing. He was trapped. A good man made to be cruel. He hated himself. I could feel all those things. I could not express any of this, so I pledged to him. He in return took me as an apprentice, in defiance of all his peers." I find that I can smile. Just get dressed so that we can escape before it is too late."I don't know if I convinced her or it was just the force of my personality, but Rachel wiped away the excess fluid running from her pussy and got dressed while I put on my clothes. I was armed with my two double-barreled pistols, my two Colt Pocket Pistols, and my derringer. I asked Rachel if she could use a gun. She said that she could, so I gave her one of the Colts. That Colt would probably not kill anybody that Rachel shot, but. After 9/11, I found myself filled with anger at the Arab world for this cowardly attack on American soil. I remember watching videos shot around various countries in the Muslim world, from Pakistan to Lebanon, from Kuwait to Indonesia, showing Muslims cheering for the terrorists who killed thousands of Americans when they destroyed the Twin Towers. No lie, I was mad as hell, that’s why I joined the U.S. armed forces. I wanted revenge for the deaths of innocent Americans. I served in Afghanistan. He stuck his hand into the flow and felt it pushing against his fingers, the stream breaking up causing drops to splatter onto his face and hair. His eyes smarted a bit and the smell of urine filled his nose. He stuck out his tongue and let the drops of pee fall on it, wanting to experience its taste. When her stream weakened as her bladder emptied, the last of her piss fell onto his fully erect dick, soaking his pubic hair and running down his crack.“Wow, was that intense!” Jim said. “I could.