We were busy on different details burying the dead and made some half-hearted forays into VC territory to flush out any remnants of Charlie’s assaul...t forces. I noticed that most of the dead enemy bodies were actual Vietcong and a smattering of tribesmen from the Laotian and Cambodian regions. I only saw one or two actual North Vietnamese regular army types. I thought that was strange since this attack was being touted as an attack from the North on the freedom loving people of the democratic. I kiss back and soon we progress to French kissing. As our tongues intertwine, his hands glide up to the top of my dress's zipper. At the same time, I undo his bow tie and start working on his shirt buttons. He pulls the zipper tab all the way down just as I finish the last button on his shirt. My dress drops to the floor, revealing a strapless white bra with a front clasp and white panty briefs. I look down at Scott's waist and notice a growing bulge in his pants, yearning to be free of. Our family was never super close. Usual story – Dad was always away on business, Mom spent long hours with her research projects at the university. That left me watching my little sister Julie and having no social life. When I had the opportunity to go to college at an Ivy back East, I took it without a second thought.I always expected to go home, but one thing after another came up and suddenly three years had gone by. This holiday break, I wasn't dating anyone and didn't have to work, so when. His hands open, and the katana falls from them when he drops his hands to his stomach before dropping to his knees. I step back, and put Fang back in its sheath. The younger children cry, and they turn to adults or older siblings for comfort while I mentally damn the dying youth for doing that in front of them.While I watch him die I say, “Your families will become my slaves! They’ll swear obedience and allegiance to me!” This is not a request, but a flat statement of fact. Both of the brothers.