Flexible Lou Masturbating

He had to think urgently whether he should choose to parachute or look for a place to land. That left Benghazi or, at worst, the road where the battle was fought. He stepped out of the plane, wrapped his neck scarf around his head as an ephemeral shield against the sun’s rays, and leaned against the fuselage, wondering if he had made a mistake? They still seemed like a hallucination to her, but when she doubted it, she put her hand on the can full of water and told herself that she still had to look for another explanation. He gritted his teeth and walked all day. If he reached his own, the lack of his pistol would be the least of his problems, and if he met the Germans, what could he do against a patrol of well-armed soldiers? The shady path was out of sight, but after only a few kilometers he saw the gray streak of the road to Tobruk in the distance.