Chad slid the whole length in and breathed a sigh of relief.
It felt so good.
Finally, he knew what it was like and he loved it. At last he had found the courage to risk ostracization from his social circles and his family. No-one else he knew had ever walked this path. They could never understand.
Soon he would have to tell them.
He would have to tell them of the years he spent pretending to be something he was not, looking at pictures he felt he shouldn't have under the cover of darkness. When he finally told his wife, she left him. He couldn't blame her. She was Army through and through, and the Army didn't tolerate his type.
So here he was, sweating and grunting as he forcefully rammed home his payload for a second time. It felt even better than the first and his partner grunted in appreciation at his passionate delivery.
His ecstasy peaked and he cried out:
"Torpedo's ready to launch Sir!"
21.9.06
Euphamism
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The TTCE beast lurches back into life! With a gurgle and a splunk!
You'll have to excuse the obviousnes of this.
I used the most well handled of sterotypically damaging euphamisms without a shred of shame.
Sue me.
Are you being served, Sir? Is anyone being served?
Indeed.
'Well trodden' springs to mind.
let's make our next assignment on cliches then - i've got a million of 'em. in fact that was one of 'em. now i've got 999,999 left.
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