Hell will be rough enough for them,” Dr. Singh said loudly enough for the wounded to overhear.“The only Hell at all is on Earth, and we’re smack... dab in the middle of it. Just my take, you know. That old saying is wrong. There ARE some atheists in foxholes. Well, not literally a foxhole in my case. More like a hospital. Still, yes, we’ll be rid of ‘em soon enough. No need for torture,” I commented, just as Major Courtney Slade entered the hospital.“Listen up! I have an announcement. The Klan has. He couldn’t remember. Like every other morning, he swore that he wouldn’t have another drink that day. Even as he swore it, he thought, ‘Just one to take the edge off this headache.’His one true friend, Coke Can, watched him stagger over to the coffee stand. Coke Can was digging through the trash to locate a can in which to deposit the spittle from his chewing tobacco. Texas Jack wouldn’t let him spit on the ground so he was forced to carry around the Coke can that had given him his street. Izzy said ‘fancy a wrestle, I bet I can beat you’. This was an offer I could not refuse and the match began. I must admit she was very good and I wondered how she gained her skills, she was also definitely aiming below the belt. She got my cock trapped between her legs and gave it a friction burn, I was so exited by now that pre cum flowed freely and mixed with the cream cheese already smeared over her legs. Izzy then grew serious and left the room. I thought the fun was over. I was wrong, a. "Are you sure it doesn't bother you? I mean, I wanted to tell you, but it just never came up and well, it's not like they're going to be competition or anything." Denise, look, I'm not going to be intimidated because you've been with women too. In fact it's one hell of a compliment that you think I went down on you as well as Jill. I'm flattered. Also, I'm not going to ask you to invite your friends along when you want to have sex... unless of course that's something you want too..."Denise.