"Never again," she quietly said to the blond. "I don't know about you, but I'm just glad to get out of there alive. Did you hear that son-of-a-bitch k...eep insisting that I talk like a child while he was fucking me?" Yeah, I heard him. At least yours had a normal-sized dick. That bastard who fucked me put me on my hands and knees and wanted me to act like it hurt. He insisted that I should hold my legs tight together so he could 'force' his way into my pussy. With that teeny little dick of his,. . bad news for all, but especially for the unlucky patients on the wrong end of triage. It was an ever present reality of medical combat duty, the elephant in the room, but it was also a sign that things weren’t going all that well. It was bad enough to have to sort out and prioritize some patients over others on the basis of their chances, but far worse to have to do so in a hectic, frantic manner. Mistakes were sure to happen, even more than usual, of course.At least we didn’t get sent to. Going forward, our attorneys and the banks can handle things. Once I receive your letter of credit, I’ll provide you with the keys to the house,” Steve said. Standing up, Steve extended his hand. Bob and Betty both stood up and shook hands with Steve.After Steve left, Bob put his arm around his sister’s side. Pulling her close, he said, “We did it, sis. We’re the proud owners of a farm.”Sitting down, Betty smiled and said, “You mean you’re the owner of a farm.”Bob moved his chair close to. Even so, it was close enough to intrude on Jack's own little private space.The woman stood again as she laid her coat over one of the empty chairs. As she stood in the light, Jack got a better look at her. Her face showed more than a few age lines and her curly black hair had more than a few steaks of gray-white. Jack was never good at guessing ages but he figured that she was older than his mother. who was 45. If he could look in her purse and see her driver's license, he would've seen that.