I reached around and began jacking off Marshall's prick as I was jazzing his ass.

Her knees were ingrained with dirt, her toes raw with tinea, her fingernails black and broken.

It was over now. Over and done with. Done and over with. I could put it any way I want but I was still scared shitless.

I went below, and did what I could for my wound; it pained me a good deal, and still bled freely; but it was neither deep nor dangerous, nor did it greatly gall me when I used my arm.