..”“Got it, Mom. I don’t want to even think about kids right now.”“You’re still one yourself.”“I know, Mom. In some ways, yeah. But ot...hers, well, we’ve made a lifetime decision.”I recounted the gist of the conversation later with Ben and Mandy. We do that. No secrets. Open. I mentioned the comment about babies. We’ve talked. My opinion is that this family NEEDS to replicate in the interests of staving off societal decline.“You sound like me!” Mandy chirped. “And yes, after you’re officially. ”“God Ed, I don’t know. I’m thinking the FBI, but I want to put him into protective custody until the Gmen get their bureaucratic asses in gear. As far as anyone is concerned he just a John Doe assault suspect or something.“It would be better right now if we call him a terrorist bomb maker. We won’t have to say shit to anyone else. Are you going to stay out of it?” She asked.“I’d love to, but it ain’t gonna happen,” I said. I handed her Agent Wilkes card, which I had kept in my wallet for over. In conversations with various NCOs (Non-commissioned Officers), I pieced together a history for Sgt. Haskall. For one thing, Elija Haskall was not his real name, but I never found out what it was. He had been in the Confederate Army as a captain of cavalry, but he was destined never to rise so high in the US Army. He was here simply because he considered himself a soldier, and did not want another job. Sgt. Haskall was universally respected by the men stationed at Ft. Hayes, including Maj.. Rufus picked up Bev, still kissing her and laid her on the bed where Daniel was already lying as stark naked as the others. As he moved to make room I saw he had a truly enormous cock and balls to match. I couldn't see how he was going to get that into Bev but I was sure that if he did, those balls would squirt more spunk in one go than I could produce in a month.Robert placed his hand between her legs and still kissing Rufus, Bev instinctively opened her legs to allow him access. She started.