. you recommended.” Linda didn’t want to tell her friend that she was bent over the kitchen table with David slowly sliding in and out of her from...behind. “Gotta go, Susy. See you ... at two?”“Sure thing, sugar.” Susy’s right hand fiddled with the buttons on the front of her red checkered dress. Those poor buttons were straining to contain her expanding bosom.“Bye.” Linda hung up.“Goodbye,” Susy said to the dial tone. She hung up too. That was odd. Jack LaLanne’s exercise program wasn’t. All he wanted to do was escape. ‘God, that was amazing,’ she cooed in a lazy voice. ‘Uh, yeah sure,’ Drew replied with no conviction at all. Lately the women that he fucked just seemed flat and all wrong. And it was pissing him off because he’d never had that problem before and didn’t know how to fix it. The more women he fucked, trying to get back what he’d had for the last several years, the more empty the encounters felt. In college he was a rock star both on the basketball court and in the. I sincerely wished him luck. I genuinely wanted things to go well for him, but secretly hoped he would have to stay. The woman from reception came to tell Tom that his car was ready and waiting for him. When he ran back to the room to pack an overnight bag and collect his papers, she handed me an envelope, simply saying ‘a message for you, Mrs. De Carlo.’ I puzzled at first who might leave a message for me. Tom had been sitting next to me until a few seconds ago, and any family or friends would. Then the bushes suddenly jerked apart and a dozen screaming Pounta warriors raced forward.Joe brought the Uzi up and sprayed bullets towards them, felling several, then he swung the butt around to knock aside a stabbing spear, kicking the man in the crotch and shooting two others as they approached from the other side.He shot the first warrior then, jumping atop a low hill and firing wildly behind him. Half a dozen feet away another warrior slammed his spear deep into the Bantu boy's belly.Joe.