I wonder if Keith will show up there too." I don't like him," Mandy said. "His eyes are sneaky." Three fires, two of those odd burn marks. I'll bet th...re was one at the furniture factory too, except the ceiling fell in and must have covered it."Mandy nodded. "I find it interesting that all the factories were manufacturing highly flammable products; plastics, furniture, canvas, very coincidental."Zack pushed the remnants of their fast food meal aside and opened his laptop."Let's see if anyone. He is now in his 70s but is still an attractive and interesting guy to be with. He lives a long way from me and I only see him once every two to three years or so when I have business in his neck of the woods. Many years back when we doing a project abroad, we shared a room and after a few drinks one night, he told me that he had always wanted someone to perform oral sex on him - so I did. It was not a great success as he came very quickly but we always try and fit in a bit of male to male. That's if you don't mind."Wow, I thought. My big bad cousin wants to talk with ME. Gosh I am so flattered. "Sure Roger, what's up? Something wrong?"He didn't say anything right away, he just lead me over to a table in the corner where we could have a private conversation. "Ok, here's the deal. I could see the look on your face yesterday that you were getting the hots for Jim and everything, but Becky he's a little old for you. I know I don't show it much, but I like you. I mean you are my. A fountain lowly bubbled in the middle of the stony roundabout, as night creatures warned of my approach. I was so intent on kicking a small rock up the road that I didn’t see Candy, sitting on one of two stone benches that cornered each side of the cabin.“If I were a snake, Cowboy,” he began and struck a match.“I’d be dead, right?”“Depends on where ya got bit,” he said, lit a joint, and shook out the match.After a generous draw, he stretched away the day and handed the joint to me. “Here, free.