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Part of me was indian doing it in his honor of sorts. He was killed in action in Iraq in 2004 when I was a boy. Life adjusted and continued as best it could for a few years after that until my 18th birthday approached. My poor mother was a wreck after dad died and became a house hermit for the rest of my time there. We weren’t very close but she always did what was necessary to be a parent. She was broken inside and was developing a deeper state of depression and closet alcoholism. I tried to get her to seek help before leaving for the military but she was in denial for sure. She made it clear she didn’t want me to enlist because it cost my dad’s stuffed life but I felt it my duty to follow in his footsteps. The week before I was shipping out, she sold the house and said she was going to buy a motor home and spend time traveling. I assumed I wouldn’t see much of her moving further and I still regret not doing more for her during this transition. She was my only family and it was a less than stellar bond. She was 40, a little chubby, didn’t care much about her appearance, and she had no motivation to better her situation with counseling or therapy. I wish I could have done more for her, but she was stubborn and sad. I didn’t hear from my mother for a few years after that. I unfortunately almost met my father’s same fate a little over a year after joining the military. I was a gunner in a small convoy in ifuckgoats-istan when the driver hit an IED that wrecked our vehicle. I got pretty messed up from the blast and was in the hospital for a few months. I broke my back, got shrapnel in my legs and pretty bad burns to my feet. The other two guys in the vehicle unfortunately didn’t survive the blast. I don’t remember much of it because I was concust, but that’s probably a memory I wouldn’t want to remember anyhow. During recovery I was sent back stateside and was ultimately medically discharged from service. My back didn’t slut recover like they expected so I’m only the shell of a badass freedom fighter I once was. At least I’m mobile and I have all of my limbs. With whore no real obligations in life any longer and a fuck pretty decent MILF disability pension I scanned around to find a place to settle down. By accident, I found a small Midwestern farm that I decided to buy and spent most of my time working on and shooting firearms. Life really wasn’t that bad. I had a lot of freedom and the local towns had a decent supply of loose women with a sensitive spot for soldiers. I spent my days getting fat and having fun. The real American dream I do believe. My new lifestyle was cut short when I got a call from a counselor in a neighboring state who wanted to talk to me about my mother. I was relieved to hear about my mother after such a long time and I briefly thought she finally decided to get some help through a counselor. Unfortunately those thoughts were cut short when I learned my mother was in jail and the counselor was appointed to her from the court. I couldn’t believe what I was told. “Come again?” I tease. Our tongues dueled and danced. "Late." After that, his testicles dropped back into his smooth sweaty sack and the shots became less forceful and smaller. She looked up just as the wet apron was lifted exposing her wet skin to the air and then thrown across her face, conveniently blindfolding her momentarily as he took both her slender wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above her head then sunk into her body again. She crooked a finger at Demi who was already on her way to the same place. He broke the kiss, stars dancing about his handsome, young face. “Shit, you're still hard?” I grinned as I crept forward. This wasn't why mother sent me. I was here to guide her to her art and... 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The problem is more how to deal with the bandits without spreading rumors that would make my real target, Carmen Elisa, bolt in panic. “I don’t know. “Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job?” I ask. The school security guard was coming and I had to go before I could fish it out.” She was looking down at her plate, trying to keep it together. She said she is great. I’m simply too numb and shocked to feel anything anymore. He pushed his finger back in and this time it went easily. Everyone starts to dig in before we even pray. That thing was going to break her in two.