. ??Washed and dressed my interviewer took control again, first was a quick tour, the place was much larger than the shelter I helped out at. The desi...n had to fit around the infamous corridor that the members accessed through the red door. The corridor itself had eight rooms on each side, a key coded door allowed access and a large viewing window, actually a one way mirror, allowed those in the corridor to see into each room. The rooms were all similar, a simple bed, a padded stool, a second. It smells like toasted camel jockeys."The Captain and other Marines finally showed up and the Captain asked, "What the hell is going on? It smells like shit up here."I stood up and answered, "You forgot to clear the roof and we about bought the farm..."Jack interrupted, "It smells like shit because Banzai cooked up some lunch with his incendiary grenades."The Captain complained, "Hell, now we have to live with this smell. Okay you two get your asses on the roof."I pointed to Jack and said,. .. Holy cow! I'm late for my appointment. They'll cancel me."Sandy sprinted off. Sam waved and two Pinkertons, one of them a woman, ran after her. Sam was both concerned and amused. Sandy had done it perfectly even though he had been unable to get her to rehearse. He smiled as he thought about the police reaction. He could hear sirens already racing to the scene.The man who had grabbed Sandy was dead. Three Pinkertons had been shooting, including himself. Sam knew he and at least one of the. To my amazement as she told me about this sick thing mydick got hard and I imagined this porcelain skinnedfemale squatting over some dirty old bum’s prone bodyas she humped his knotty old erection with her slickpink cunt.It turned out that Cindy had a hankering to do it againand she wanted me to come with her, to help her find adrunk and to be her lookout. I was a little unsureabout this at first. I mean, did I really want to seeher fuck some dirty old bum? What would I feel abouther.