..we still ain't finish, I'll let you up and we'll start again...' Dumbfounded I looked at Ron and wiped the seat from his brow saying '...you need to... rest, besides my butt,...you've fucked it raw...' I could feel Ron's thick shaft begin to throb again, I pushed him up and as he raised up on his knees I pulled my leg back and started to turn over to get up. Ron smiled at me as I begin roll over. But Ron had other intentions, just as my feet cleared his body, Ron grabbed my ankles and twisted me. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword belt, place my shako on my head and set out for my term of duty. I checked with McMurdoe on any unusual occurrences during his shift, inspected my men, posted the guards and sent. "I guess so," Brock told him."I thought, well, I didn't think you knew much about your dad," Al said with uncustomary diplomacy. It wasn't a big deal in his neighborhood in New York City. In fact, most of the people he grew up around could have had doubts about their parentage."I don't," Brock said. "Or at least I didn't. I still might not. This woman approached me today. She had a picture of my mom with her dad. I guess they dated in high school or something. Her dad moved down here after. )Kamatari (beating out flames): Ow ow ow ow! Watch where you're throwing those things!Yahiko: Not like I care what happens to that crazy homo, but what the hell do you think you're doing, hitting your own guy!Kamatari: What was that!Henya (diving straight down): I'm just sacrificing a pawn.(He drives his elbow into Yahiko's shoulder; Yahiko strikes back but Henya soars out of reach.)Kaoru (thinking): He's squeezed his own flesh and bones until he's light enough to sail on the force of his.