One hour later he had the truck backed up to the loading dock in back while four men loaded the trailer with cases of bulk food, bags of wheat and ric..., salt and sugar. Cases of canned meats, fruits, and vegetables were stacked to the ceiling. There were spices by the pound, soap and cleaning supplies by the bucket.When Bryan had finished identifying the bulk of his order he had located a store manager and with the help of four stockers and a forklift he had the front of the trailer loaded down. ”We finalize the last few details of how this is going to be done before I head back out.Malone is talking to an older gray-haired black man in a black suit. He’s obviously here for the funeral, but he has a red and black brocade vest on under his suit jacket. From my days in band in junior high school I recognize the smell of valve oil.“You must be Uncle Charlie.”He grins and extends a firm, calloused grip. “The Private here said you were the man.”“I am for now, anyway.”“I was telling your. White smocks, long rubber sleeved gloves, caps and face masks, clear plastic goggles, and aprons over it all. The appearance of these men and women terrified her. ‘Who are these people? and why are they dressed like this?’ Three sets of hands descended upon her body, grabbing all of her limbs and pulling them away from her torso. Unable to move herself, Victoria had no defense against their probing hands. A fourth set of hands grabbed her head to either side of her face and straightened. ’ She licked the head. ‘And they were all out of flowers.’ ‘How very . . . good for them.’ She sucked my cock. My hips thrust up to meet her bobbing head. I felt her lips and tongue on the sensitive head. Her fingers worked at the shaft. Her hand cupped and kneaded my balls. I groaned in total pleasure, unwound and undid by my woman’s touch. Each movement of her fingers, her hands, her lips, her tongue, drove me further from myconscious self. I was only eroticism and pleasure, lust and hunger..