Wayward Son, Chapter 9

All Along the Watchtower I stood at the urinal, penis in one hand, specimen cup in the other. It was hot, but I was hotter from the embarrassment. The PFC who literally had a ringside seat to my dilemma finally spoke up. “Can’t go?” “I need to,” I answered. I really did. I had downed […]

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