As we neared the centre I suddenly realised that Hannah was still with us. “Hannah we need to walk you back to your apartment.”“Don’t be silly..., I will walk back on my own.”“No it is late and there are some silly idiots about, it’s not safe for you even if it is the 21st Century.”Hannah didn’t say anything I think secretly pleased that somebody was concerned for her.“Why don’t you come home with us and in the morning, Chris can take you home, you can sleep in the spare bedroom.”“Are you sure, I. Then we came home, and later that fall, we went back to Iraq and did another sixteen months. That place is seriously messed up.”“Did he save your life just the one time? You told me he saved your life back when I asked you where my name came from,” she asked.I looked back out at the lake. “More than once. I saved his, too. After a while we stopped keeping score.”“How did he die?”I turned my head to look at her, but I was seeing that night at Whiskey. “Saving my life.” I was silent for a bit,. A nice off duty female bartender began chatting with her and ordering and feeding her drinks. Soon my wife was again slurring her words and unstable on her feet. The girl then invited my wife up to her hotel room to see a really nice painting (really, my wife actually fell for this). Of course my wife went to her room and somehow soon after they got there two men showed up. The girl and these two men kept trying to convince my wife to let the one of the men fuck her but my wife kept saying no. He couldn’t believe she’d just stripped him half-naked like that. Oh, shit! She’s looking at my cock! Bitty was thrilled at the sight of Denny’s big, pale cock, and his fuzzy, dangly balls. She’d only ever seen her brother’s cock, and had no idea that they could be so different. Denny’s was almost two inches longer than her brother’s, which she’d once measured at five inches. Herchel’s was narrow at the base, with a big, rubbery, red knob on top, and long, fleshy balls. But Denny’s cock was.