North-Korea as intimate as I know my wife's
pussy." The Major laughed.
Corporal Thomas Dorset knew immediately that something had fucked up his
Sergeant's day when Dwight entered his office fuming.
"Get me Master Sarge O'Dowerty," the Secretary was barked at.
"Yes Sir, Master Sergeant Hank O'Dowerty," Tommy rushed to his phone.
Statioise garbled the satellite phone e, but Dwight reized
immediately Hank's drawling voice. Hank O'Dowerty was on a special mission
in Northern Iraq, hunting insurgents. Sihe i with Taylor
Henderson, the gang leader of the teens who had assaulted the base, Dwight
and Hank had bee close friends.
"You have to help me mate," Dwight leading. "Whom should I choose for
that suicide mission?"
"'t you wait `til I am back," Hank asked. The Master Sergeant stood
bare-chested in his tent. Outside was a temperature of 47 0 C. Sweat was
c his muscle packed torso, while he downed an ice-cold of
Budweiser.
"No ce," Dwight replied," Ben wants me to go by month already. I am
screwed, man."
"Shit!" Hank tossed the empty . "If I would be there, I'd try the Rowley
brothers..."
"Are you kiddin' ?" Dwight jumped from his chair, almost dropping the phone.
Brod Wade Rowley were an infamous legend at the base. The brothers were
known as ferocious fighters. They had, however, never bothered about army
discipline. Many times they had been involved in bar room brawls aen
up MPs who had been trying to arrest the rampant bullies. Both were feared
for their brutal sex and many men had been fucked raw during their ies.
The Rowleys fucked everything that couldn't fly away or climb on trees. When
a General visited the base, they tag-teamed the General's wife and
deflowered his daughter right in the back of a tank that arading in
front of the General. They hadn't exp