At first, I thought there were stacks of logs being floated down the river like from some lumber yard. Then, I realized there were no lumber yards in ...ietnam. Most of the wood they used in building was imported and firewood was better picked up off the ground. Dead burns better than live.My eyes made an adjustment with my brain housing group and the logs turned into dead bodies. There were literally hundreds of dead bodies floating down the river under our bridge. Usually, there was an odd dead. He let me go and as I walked away I said, "We'll have to do this again some time." He smiled, winked and said, "I'm here with my buddies every Friday." He stood at the door and watched me get into my car and start it up. I lowered the window and asked, "Do you know how to get on to the main highway from here." After all, that was the main reason for me being there in the first place, I was lost. He pointed me the way, and it seemed like I should have taken a right instead of a left from. You'll let me, won't you, big brother? You'll fuck my mouth and let me suck all your cum out every day? Three or four or five or ten times a day? You'll let me have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks in between?"His only response was a fatigued yet satisfied moan."Wow, you two!" Lissa exclaimed. "I can't believe how good you are at that. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you've done this before."Jeff and Brit glanced at each other, then began to laugh."Should we tell her?" asked. Terri engaged Obo in conversation and made a proposal while pulling a couple bills bearing the likeness of Benjamin Franklin from her purse."Oh my ma'am, I don't know about that," Obo said. "Buck's very reliable and he'll do whatever I tell him, but I don't want to get in any trouble." Let me sweeten the pot a little," Terri cooed a she pulled four more Franklin's from her purse. "Does that make things any easier?" Terri said as she placed her hand on Obo's chest."Okay, we'll do it but I.