Mr. B. was there. He stood when I came in and crossed to meet me."I'm sorry to have used Mr. Merriweather as a ruse, but I didn't know if you'd meet w...ith me," he said."Of course I'd have met with you. You're my foster dad. You went with me to get my driver's license. You were there for me when my parents died and when I went through that baby scare. You were there for me every day." Yes, but then we forgave Lucinda for what she said and did, too. She's my daughter. I love her. I forgive her all. We caught up with him and his gang of ruthless cutthroats.It was during our exfiltration that we were caught in a well-planned cross-fire from two groups of Taliban fighters. Scotty, my corporal and best mate, died instantly, I went down with a couple of heavy rounds in my thigh and a grenade had ripped half my face away. Fortunately our withdrawal chopper had taken care of our attackers and the last thing I remembered was being bundled unceremoniously aboard whilst screaming out for someone to. Manny,you really shouldn't do this, it's stupid."This penetrated his fantasies, causing him to sigh at such happythoughts being dispelled. But he knew that Maude deserved an answer, sohe offered one. "Look, Maude, of course it's stupid. But remember, eventhough I look like one of them, I'm actually a big, dumb guy. And partof being a big, dumb guy is doing stupid things, heck we're behind mostof the stupid things that happen. But that doesn't mean we're all thesame, some of are good and some of. Most people were dressed comfortably in jeans and loose shirts or tops. There were a few people wearing shorts, men mostly, but it wasn't brutally hot just yet. Of course, there was Jenna, in low-rider shorts cut-off so high that you could see the bottoms of her ass-cheeks handing out, and her shirt rolled up tightly and tied in a knot between her boobs. Oh man, he got a hard-on every time she crossed his field of view. He knew that most of the men didn't stand a chance with her; in the year.