"'Mr. Kwong' had been holding a copy of the Wall Street Journal in one hand as he read, but with a bemused sigh he set both the newspaper and his fork... down on the table and gave me a look. "Away from the office, I'm just 'John'," he reminded me.I grinned and shrugged, apologizing, "It's gonna take me a while to get used to that."He waved me off and shared a smile with Cassandra before gesturing to the table. "Please, pull up a chair and relax. Believe me, you should be saving up your energy. Sometimes he would wash them soaping their tits and pussy and soaping their cunts as he used two fingers to get the soap deep in them. He would douche cunts and asses then watch them walk naked to their locker where the tiny towel was waiting for them by the maintenance man. But he really loved taking them to the back room for their punishment. It was there he could spank and give rough brutal sex. He stood Sue in front of him and put her hands behind her back arching her tits to him. He. Drawing his revolver again, he pulled both the barrel and the cylinder off with practiced ease. Taking care of the three chambers that were still charged, he carefully cleaned out the two he had used and also cleaned the barrel. He then applied some oil to the working parts and reloaded the two empty chambers. Finally he reassembled the gun, taking care to locate the hammer between two chambers and making sure that the three unused chambers would be the ones he used first next time. After one. ”“Thank you baby, so you know I’m not mad at you. I even understand now what you tried to tell me last time I called. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. And yes, I still love you, Mandy.”She whispered a soft “I love you, too”, and hung up.Don’t ask me why, for some reason I walked over to the bus, and just got on. I was in a funk for the entire drive, until I realized we were at Camp Schwab. The Armpit of Okinawa, somehow it fit. I got out and walked to the beach, either wandering in a funk or playing.