Holding the drill gun out in front of him, pointed down with his thumb on the trigger, he pressed it right into his wife’s belly button until the dr...ill bit disappeared into her flesh again.Tanya reacted with a lurch upward as though to greet the cruel instrument with pure joy. She began arching and bucking her belly against the drill as though she was trying to fuck it as Frank raised and lowered it, making several deep, spurting holes across her abdomen. She clenched his hand almost painfully. Now I understood why I hadn’t been able to ascertain if she was a natural blond or not. No pubic hair!“Gets you right there, don’t it!” Jerry commented, grabbing his balls.It was true. My balls were definitely tingling.Dinner was an exercise in self control. I forced my eyes to stay at eye level. The conversation revolved around Ramona’s modeling career, how Jerry had discovered her working in a strip joint and had become her manager. Now he was trying to get her into Hollywood movies and her. With the German Grand Fleet bottled up in Kiel by the British Royal Navy following the battle off Jutland a month ago then life on the big battleships promised to be very boring, but very safe too.Chantelle hated the war; hated it for its inhumanity, its cold hearted indifference to its slaughter and the cynical way that the dreams of millions could be shattered on the whims of politicians pushing the precious lives of young men about on their chessboards in the secure comfort of their stately. Again, I wanted to be her first customer of the day. If I was going to get another 'lesson', I didn't want to be second. Mrs. Babcock met me at the door. She didn't look happy. "C'mon back in the kitchen," she said. I followed her back. Evidently they'd been having breakfast. Mrs. Babcock sat me down, poured me a cup of coffee and stared at me for a full minute."How much do you make a week?" she demanded."Forty dollars," I answered."You've spent twenty here in the last ten days. You gonna live.