How could he? Every square foot of that campus held memories if the two of them together, and every human he saw would ask why they were not together ...till. He sat in his father's study all one night, holding his .32 pistol. It was a Colt Pocket Model, almost an antique, but he had fired it and knew it worked. He put it in his mouth, over and over, and took it out again. He thought of her, and the joy he would never know again for as long as he lived--not just the sex; of knowing Carol loved. Let him know the same thing.“Tell him I’m going up Highway 50 to the Falls Lake Recreation Area. I intend to park two to three hundred yards south of the bridge over the Neuse River, and plan to hike north. Tell them not to follow me because I’m going to be on a hair trigger. I have my Glock and AR-15 with me. The third number is Holly. She’s probably about ready to slowly and painfully kill these guys who keep messing with me.”Once I was in my car, I took out the AR-15, reassembled it, put in. With two fingers he spread his saliva over the boys asshole, all the while stroking his own cock with his other hand. I glanced at the twinks to either side of me on the bench. They were all jacking their cocks as fast and as intensely as they possibly could. The dark-haired boy and his friend on the mattress held their rapt and undivided attention. It was a glorious sight to behold.The dark-haired star of the show moved around so that he was on his knees between his co-star’s splayed legs. He. She had worked at JWI for the past eight years working her way up from AP clerk to assistant controller in charge of cash management. She had worked her way through college while working full time and was proud of her skill in the day to day management of all of JWI's bank accounts, and investments. She was well paid but felt that she was worth more, but then what employee doesn't think they are worth more than the boss is willing to pay them.She was single at thirty two years of age, her.