50 caliber MG (machine gun) that had been "liberated" from other units which had not been able to withstand the Chinese, though the Chinese had been d...riven off before they could get to the MGs. None of Dave's men had qualified on the .50, though they had on the .30, and the MGs were near enough to the same thing. It's amazing how fast a man can learn when he's being shot at! These .50s were hell on wheels when it came to stopping a human wave attack, as long as the crew didn't get killed too. Unfortunately, they only seemed to create more questions. After she slipped a periwinkle silk robe over her damp skin, she went to her desk and sat down. She pulled up a blank document and began to type. First person perspective, combination of her own experiences and those created entirely within the fertile fields of her imagination, cute notes at the end critiquing performances, perhaps a few notes between chapters set aside for her thoughts on various sex-related subjects. She decided to. He hadn’t had a playmate since Maria had adopted him out of the litter next door, this new creature didn’t exactly look like a dog, but it was obviously someone new to play with. Maria and her mother laughed as Fuzz jumped onto a chair seat, out of Growl’s reach. He tried of course, putting his front paws on the seat and managing to look at Fuzz. Triumphantly, Fuzz settled back onto his new throne, crouching down complacently. ‘I do not *ahem* play,’ he said with disdain, licking his paw. “How’s this?” He asks, referring to a chord change. I am speechless. His voice alone gets me so hot. I say nothing. Our eyes lock and I can feel his energy pull into the mood. He stands straight and tall and looks down at me knowingly. My choice to not wear a bra today has noticeably been catching his attention all day. I know he has been trying to be discrete about it, but he certainly isn’t trying to be anymore. I let him stare at my nipples, clearly distinguishable through my shirt, and bite.