”“Mean it?”“Abso-damn-lutely!”“So what about you? Does Casey give you head?”“Well... sort of...”“Okay, out with it. I spilled my g...ts. How can she ‘sort of’ give head? Either you do, or you don’t.”“Umm... well I can’t cum in her mouth. She says it’s ‘icky.’ ”“What does she expect, vanilla ice cream? It’s not that good, but it’s a fun part of sex for gods-sake! You should dump her! Let me guess; you really like her.”“Yeah, I do...” he said sheepishly.“Just what you told me. Ya gotta put up with. I had just pulled into her driveway and offered my hand for what had become our traditional farewell handshake. She took my hand, but didn’t let go. Instead, she pulled me a little closer, and shyly kissed my cheek. ‘What was that for?’ I asked, but her lids had dropped a bit and she shrugged. When she looked up again, she said simply, ‘Just a thank you…for being my friend. You’re very nice, you know, and you treat me with a lot of respect at work. That’s why I try to give you my best.’. Apparently, some old boys in the mountains were making moonshine. While I didn't like them making shine, as long as they did not get violent, we just destroyed the stills and issued them tickets for disturbing the peace. They were no parking tickets either since the court costs added up to several hundred dollars.That particular night, the boys had been sampling some of their own product and when Jack and another deputy went up there to break up the stills, they were met with gunfire. That was. “Perhaps it was Allah. I’m here to visit Mosques,” Oscar said gesturing to the rode ahead of them.“Haven’t you already delivered your message?” Georgia asked.“No, I was just accepted by the Powers That Be,” Oscar said. The next phase of visits was going to be even more dangerous.“What do we do now?” Georgia asked. They weren’t going to be able to check into a hotel.“We’ll find a reasonable place to pull over and then get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day,” Oscar said.“So where are.