I am getting too old for this shit. Thank you, Danny G.Get the bot to set a stick on a timer, drop and pop, di-di-mau. OK. That worked.Load up the BUF... and pull back. Get the bot back on board. Lock it down. Get out of the suit. Need help from Tim. Check. Jones is on the recorder. Good to go says the Brigade. Fire in the hole. Good shot.Oh, shit. That was loud. Where the fuck are the Prima Donna’s when you need them? Goddamn EOD. Too busy posing for pictures with the press. That may have been. Well, I don’t really know. Maybe it was just momentum, or lack of it. Maybe it was time to get that divorce, and head back to Detroit. I just needed to stay until I was sure my last contract was fulfilled, because I could still be called on to make any changes the director might want.My wife kissed her lover; she stroked his big white cock, her fingers caressing its potent length with a tender familiarity that was once reserved for me.I had to admit a grudging respect for him; his rude health. I popped 2 open and slipped one pill in each.I gave each their beer and wondered through the house. There were a couple more really drunk people and a lot of jocks.I retreated to my room for a little more quiet and solitude.I got out my Polaroid camera and thought about the pictures I was going to take.After I finished off my second beer, I was feeling pretty good. I heard the music to quiet down and people to start to leave.After all, they figured my mom would be home around midnight.I came. I had already declined their offer of putting on sunscreen because I had already taken care of that real good before going out to the pool. Just to keep things interesting, I told Roger that my swimsuit was sticking right into my butt like there was a pin in the back end of my thong. He took the hint and started his butt investigation immediately.His greedy little fingers were under my thong fabric and I could feel his knuckles actually pressing into my tiny pucker hole in his efforts to locate.