" Yes but you are a sissy and a sissy can't leave.?" Don't question if I am able to leave. For I am." You cannot leave me, you are pathetic." I can le...ave you and isn't this what you wanted. I might be pathetic butI stole your man so you have to be even more pathetic than me." I am not pathetic like you, you treat him like a king. That is the onlyreason he is with you instead of me." Isn't that what you want, him to be treated like a king." Yes but you are nothing but our servant." You are. "Call me Philip," he said. "We'll be firing up the grill in a few minutes. Nothing fancy, just hamburgers and hot dogs. There's beer in the fridge in the kitchen. Help yourself." Well, at least he didn't say, "And keep your Goddamn hands off my daughter." I took some comfort from that.There were some other relatives there, from babes in arms to the short, gray-haired matriarch of the family, whom everybody addressed as "Tutu," which I gathered was Hawai'ian for "grandmother." Children were. The woman (never did learn her name) moved back so I could get up. I slipped my shoes and socks off, stood off and let my pants fall to the floor. I kicked the socks and shoes and my underwear to the corner by the couch I had sat on.I left my denim shirt on, but open so that she and all the others could see my hairy chest. I was rolling on the condom when she spoke to me for the first time. "How do you want me stud?" I told her to get up on the couch, her knees on the edge of the seat. MilSys had several subcontracts within the main contract and the Pro and Pubs division got rewarded, my share being enough to pay for the suits and shoes.Dougie Green smiled at my amazement when I saw the size of the bonus."Contrary to what the Boss says, war is good for something," he said."The boss? The CEO of MilSys?"Dougie laughed. "The Boss, as in Mister Bruce Springsteen. He sings 'War. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing.' However, I must disagree with The Boss, as war is extremely.