Now here is a kink a girlfriend put me onto, I buy "Burner phones", disposable and untraceable, if you destroy them properly.I always scribble my phon... number according the phone I bought online, and they guy who finds my disposable knickers can call me for some dirty chat, so scribbling "Call Me, and the number 0707*******", makes for an interesting pick up later on, or a morning wank in bed at the very least"I digress, back to my staggering around the streets for a shag, with this stranger in. “Oh shit!” You have time to squeak, just as your car slops into the ditch, unable to do anything it comes to halt, up to the axles in mud and water. For a moment you just sit there, wanting to yell but knowing it wont help. You get out of the car and quickly run back down the road 10 metres to see that you hit a decent sized fallen branch from a tree, going back to the car you see that there is no way your going to be able to just drive out, plus from what you can see of it, your front tire. A few of them showed some hair. I was surprised to see the hair, Deanne didn't have any hair and I didn't realize women had any down there. I spent until dark looking at the magazines, finally getting to Hustler. WOW! There were pictures there with legs spread wide open and everything just hanging out. I was amazed!Finally, I heard Dad calling me for dinner. I quickly hid the magazines, except for one, in the plastic package and shoved it back under the bush. Over the next few days, I. Local people put on their uniforms of black pyjamas(that,s what they looked like) and took up their weapons and tried to penetrate the base defended. As we were working twelve hour shifts with only an occasional day off we managed to stay vigilant and repel most attacks, but the enemy were rapidly improving their accuracy with mortars and even though not so many were being killed the damage to aircraft was significant. Night time was rarely dark as the aircraft they called “Puff the Magic.