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Subject: {ASSD} Killing Time with O. Henry
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copyright 2008 rachael ross
"You don't know what kinda hell I've been through. No," the lieutenant
held up his hand, "no need to be polite about it. I know what was
going through your mind when you saw me on the list. It's okay. I'm
just saying I've had it rough my whole life. I've been all the way
down, see? So when you ask me if I'm sure I wanna do this, you ain't
gotta worry. A suicide mission? I've been on a suicide mission since I
was old enough to spell my name. You say it's a one way trip to hell?
That's fine with me. I wanna look some people up when I get there. So
you can stop looking, that's all I'm saying, cause I'm here now."
"Well, uh…" the Colonel cleared his throat and shuffled some papers. "…
I still have to ask, lieutenant. Are you sure about this?"
"Heh," Harry nodded slowly. "I gotta tell you something though.
Something personal."
"What's that?"
"If this mission ain't as dangerous as you say it is?" he leaned
forward, looking the older man in the eyes. "If I survive this shit…"
"Yes?"
"I'm gonna cut your fuckin' heart out when I get back."
The Colonel swallowed hard and watched as the young lieutenant excused
himself without bothering to salute.
"I like him," the General said.
"Me too," Porky agreed and he worked for the CIA. "We found our boy,"
he said into his scrambled celphone.
"What's his name?" the President asked.
"Sir, it's better if you don't know the details," Porky said and the
general nodded.
"Plausible Deniability, Mr. President," the General said loudly as
Porky held the phone out.
"I understand," the President said from the Oval Office. "Good job."
"Thank you, sir," Porky turned off his phone.
"What's the guy's name anyway?" the General asked and then he rapped
on the two way mirror to get the Colonel's attention.
"What's the guy's name?" Porky asked the Colonel a minute later when
he came through the door.
"The lieutenant?" the Colonel asked and the other two men nodded. "Uh,
Ballsucker. Lieutenant Harry D. Ballsucker."
"Ballsucker?" Porky grinned and then laughed, spraying a little
spittle on the General's medals.
"No wonder he's pissed," the General hadn't noticed and he was
laughing too. "Harry Ballsucker, eh? We definitely found our boy!"
"What's the D stand for?" Porky wondered and the Colonel shrugged,
pulling a hanky out of his pocket so he could clean the General's
medals.
"Your phone's ringing," the Colonel said and Porky looked at his hand.
"No it isn't," the man said. "It must be yours, General."
"Not mine," the General said, looking down his nose at the Colonel.
"Mmmmm…It's mine," Harry said, slapping his alarm clock and blinking
at the morning light. "Fuck."
"What's the matter with you?" his dad asked twenty minutes later.
"Bad dreams," Harry slid into his usual chair at the breakfast table.
"Bad dreams? My poor baby. I made you good waffles to chase those bad
dreams away!" his mom kissed his cheek as she dropped a big round
waffle on his plate.
"Thanks Mom," Harry said glumly.
"Boy your age oughta be dreaming about girls," his dad said.
"Maybe he was dreaming about girls," his mom said. "You didn't leave a
mess for me to clean up, did you?"
"What?" Harry looked at his mom.
"Don't worry, sweetie," she wrinkled her nose at him, "I don't mind."
"I used to dream about your mother when I was your age," his dad
turned the page of his newspaper. "The things she used to do to me…"
"What? You didn't even know me when you were Harry's age!" she was
pouring a big glass of orange juice. "And the things I was doing were
to a certain boy named Dick Hugely."
"Dick Hugely?" Harry looked at his mom and she shrugged.
"Oh. That reminds me, I need to get to work!" His dad started standing
up. "You need a ride to school, champ?"
"No," Harry said, "it's summer vacation, Dad."
"Right, right. I forgot about that. No wonder the grass needs mowing
again," his dad reached for his wallet. "Half up front, half tonight.
Don't spend it all in one place."
"A dollar?" Harry looked at the bill in his hand and his dad smiled.
"You bet, Harry. See ya later!"
"Have a nice day! Don't forget your umbrella!" Harry's mom waved as
her husband left the kitchen.
"Never!" his dad called out and then the front door opened and closed
and it was quiet all over.
"Well," his mom drew a deep breath, "that was exciting."
"Mom?" Harry hesitated and his mother stared at him patiently.
"What is it, Harry?" she sat down at the table next to him.
"Where do people get their names?"
"Well, I don't know," she shrugged. "We named you Harry because you
looked like a little chimpanzee when you were born."
"What?"
"I'm kidding!" Harry's mom giggled. "You're so sensitive this
morning!"
"I'm serious, Mom. I don't…Harry is okay, I mean. But…" he struggled
momentarily "…my last name…How come our name is Ballsucker?"
"What's wrong with Ballsucker?" his mom frowned. "Aren't you proud to
be a Ballsucker, Harry?"
"I guess so," Harry said, but he didn't sound like it.
"Do the other kids give you a hard time about it?" she softened and
gave Harry her big blue compassionate eyes.
"Yeah, sometimes," Harry admitted.
"Well, you don't pay any attention to them, okay?" she nodded
seriously. "Ballsuckers built this town, Harry and they should be down
on their knees thanking you for it."
"Yeah, I guess," Harry agreed. "I just wish they wouldn't tease me so
much sometimes."
"Oh, come here…Let mommy make it better for you," Harry's mother was
already getting onto her kitchen floor and crawling under the table.
"Ahhh…" Harry gasped as he felt his mom's hands pulling his cock free
of his trousers, and then his soft scrotum as well.
"Be proud of who you are, Harry," Mrs. Ballsucker said. "I know I am!"
Then she took Harry's balls into her warm, wet mouth and began sucking
them gently while she stroked her son's stiffening cock.