Destroyer had sunk. The entire Chinese armada had been obliterated. As stated by the Chinese, they retaliated, or tried to with a nuclear launch. None...of the missiles the Chinese launched got through. In addition, the US launched and destroyed several of the Chinese missile sites. That message had to have gotten through to them.The initial attack by the Chinese had exhausted Steve's entire compliment of missiles. He had also destroyed several missiles with the new lasers the military had. “Yeah right!” she said.Well, it was Friday night and Poindexter’s was crowded and busy. Tucson, I’d figured, was made to order for me; it was far away from them. But, as it turned out, not far away enough.I’d taken a seat at the end of the bar to watch the action on the dance floor. A dozen couples were hoofing it. They were one of the couples, my ex-wife and my ex-brother. So, they’d found me. They hadn’t seen me yet. I could’ve just gotten the hell out of there and moved again. But, I decided. ..'she grumbled.I smirked internally. 'You would want that anyway.'I decided to just climb up myself into the chair. I did it and placed thetray of food in front of me with no major issues. I began eating as theothers stared at me in disbelief."You just mutated last week?" Esmie asked."Umm... yeah?" How can you already do magic like that?" she asked."I didn't do that one." I told her."Huh?"I sighed, "I think I probably have a lot in common with Hailey, andprobably with Camille too." Okay... so. “Head back!” ordered Miss Bolton, as she picked up the whole ramekin and poured the viscous peppery white slime down my throat, slowly trickling the goo so as it thickly coated the surface of my tongue and tonsils before oozing down into my stomach.“That’s better” said my mistress as she moved her hand from the ball ring to my stiff little penis and slowly massaged the head around and around, rubbing the juices into my little purple knob. This completely took my mind off the taste of my own cum.