She’s still sulking?”Heather nodded. “Yeah.”Caledon slapped his forehead. “She knows. God, she knows. We’re fucked.”“Calm down. She su...spects, but she doesn’t know.”“No wonder she’s been so cold with me lately. Ah, fuck me…”“Daddy, stop.”When the food came, they mostly ate in silence.He hurried to pay the bill. “Come on. Let’s go.”“Oh, you’re mad now?”“I’m not.”He stood up and gestured for her to hurry up. He put on his long, black coat. She scrambled to put her pink fleece jacket on. Then she. Her breath wouldn’t draw, and it wouldn’t leave either. It stayed in her, tight and clenched for release. She winced at him, trembling at the legs, her eyes begging him for answers. ‘What are you doing to me?’But his eyes stayed firm, caveman-ish under his brow, and his large hands groped at her butt, using it to slide his dick back out of her. His tip was at full inflation inside of her, and she whimpered as it dragged all those long inches on its way out. Just as the tip was about to pop out. I was just lying back enjoying the attention. Danielle worked her way up my body to my nipples which she nipped and rubbed. She moved a little higher and started to kiss me. I kissed her back probing her mouth with my tongue. We dueled with our tongues for a while. Heather had taken over my cock and was still licking and kissing it. She started trying to suck it into her mouth. It was a little big but she was determined to take it in. Her head was bobbing and her hands were stroking. Danielle. The Chaplain must have stepped out for a moment.I went to pay my respects and looked down at Schnell. He was shrunken, kind of folded in on himself, and instead of his usual bad haircut, his head was shaved bald. He was pale and waxy.“Cancer.”I turned to face the voice. “Sergeant Major?”“Brain cancer, Sergeant. Those headaches he always had? It was inoperable brain cancer.” He said it woodenly, staring at the body.I closed my eyes for a second. “All the shit we saw out there and he gets killed.