"I had no idea where my words came from! I knew they were good though.She smiled softly. I could see she was happy.I bridged the gap between us and hu...ged her. I wished I could feel her tits against my bare chest right now but I was pretty sure I would do that soon enough. My hands went around to her bare back."Oh, Andy," she sighed.She seemed very contented in my arms. I slowly moved my hands down her back and over her ass. I gave the cheeks a light squeeze."Do you want to do it right here?" I. A man has to work some things out for himself. Don't you understand? Are all women bitches? Nosy, sniveling bitches?"He faced her, his hands balling at his sides, his eyes burning."Women," he spat. "All you think about is killing. Vicious little cunts attacking a man, ripping him to pieces with needling questions, prying into his private life. Leave me alone, Goddamnit. Leave me alone!"Her hand shaking, Gwen turned the light off and waited for him to continue his pacing. She felt the bed sag. That was the thought that ran through Martha Goodpenny's brain as she escorted the caterers out the front door of her town house. She strode resolutely back into the study and saw Chief Inspector Tower pouring himself another whiskey from her Harry's private stock. Not that he would have cared being under the sod for more than a few years."Would you like one, Martha?"She felt more like the guest than the hostess but that was Roger's way no matter where he was or who he was conversing with. He. The Battalion Motor Office (BMO) and the Maintenance sergeant met us outside the 40-foot CONEX that doubled as their office and the tool locker.The CSM took the lead after we reached our vehicles. He had me and the BMO crawling in, under, around bull-dozers, road graders, dump trucks, MRAPs, HEMMTs, flat-beds, low-boys and fuel tankers and Petroleum, Oil and Lubrication (POL) trucks making sure I didn’t have to circle-X (which gives my OK to using dead-lined equipment) anything for most of the.