ldn'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 expected that the General would want to

ihe tank and their time had e. They were dishonorable discharged

from the corps. Brock -- as far as Dwight knew -- had found a job on with a

stru pany and Wade had spent a number of years behind ty bars

for assaulting a Sheriff.

"I know, but Wade and I get along quite nicely," Hank replied, "I might be

able to talk some seo this stupid shit-head. If Wade agrees, Brock

will follow. The dumb oaf always does what his older brother tells him to

do."

"I give it a try," Dwight sighed.

"No you don't!" Hank warned. "Don't mess with these fuckers. Wait for me ..."

The li dead.

"Fuck!" Hank cursed and smashed the phone in the sand. He turned around and

glowered at the curly haired Arab who sat handcuffed on a chair. The stocky

built insurgent gave him a defiant look.

"Fuck you!" he spat the words with a heavy Middle-Eastern at.

Hank gave him a devilish grin, unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock out.

The impressive man tool was already semi-ered it took the 200 lbs

muscle hunk just a few strokes to yank it at full attention.

Sudden panic showed in the eyes of the Arab.

"You were saying ...?" Hank growled, f the Arab's head back.

"Mmpfff ..." was all the captive could reply when 11 inches of hefty marine

meat were shoved down his throat.

"Fuck!" oher side of the globe Dwight cursed, banging the receiver

down. There was a soft knock at the door.

"What?" the Sergeant shouted.

The door opened and a lanky, sinewy Asian maered. He was in his early

twenties, but Dwight was not so sure. He had trouble to guess the age of

Asians anyway. The man was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and a dark blue

tie. He bowed politely.

"Good afternoon Sir, my name is Choi Lee Kwan, I am your inter-cultural

advisor", he said with a low voice, " Major O'Rourke sends me to assist."

"Fuck ...", Dwight muttered.

"Sir..?" Lee Kwan asked.

"Uhm ... good afternoon Mr. Choi, please have a seat," Dwight said.

"Please call me Lee, Sir, "the Asian replied friendly.

"Uh ... Dwight ... the name is Dwight," the Sergeant spluttered.

"Well certainly Sergeant Dwight ...," Lee start

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