They spent their friday nights at Mike’s house where he lived with his sister, Sarah. Chris thought Sarah was beautiful and she knew it. Her Instagr...am was full of her taking selfies, usually turned to the side to show off her impressive ass which was always in some sort of skin tight clothing. Sarah was always out on a friday night with her friends and wouldn’t return until the following morning so the guys had the house together where they were free to drink and play video games for a few. He had no objection to their rough language or the fact they were all drinking the hard stuff from bottles hidden under their vests. It was the sort of behavior that irritated most of the older generation but he didn't find fault in it because it reminded him of his own actions more than a half century ago.He listened to their conversation with no sign on his weathered face that it made any impression on him. It was easy to ignore the pointed references to his useless value to society because. There was no sound, but suddenly there was a harsh, actinic light hanging over a small hill. More shells rained down on the hill, smothering it, Judy thought. All three mortars had been shooting at it.A while later Captain Leitnos and Tuck arrived, leading men carrying a mortar tube in a shelter half. Captain Leitnos was nursing a sore hand. "When I told him that mortar tubes were hot," Tuck told Judy, "Captain Leitnos decided to touch one to see how hot is was. The answer is that you never. He falls back onto the bed, looking at Jewel wide eyed and then to Clarissa’s clenching and unclenching muscles. Jewel gives him a comforting smile, patting his hand. “Claire?” she says softly. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” she pants. “I just need a minute before we try that again.”“I think I have an idea,” Jewel whispers more to Bentley than her sister. “It might just help.”“What’s... ?” and this is about all the girl can get out before her little sister dives in between her cheek, her tongue.