From what I gathered, he was American, probably CIA. Not much was said but we weren’t here for chit chat. I stowed the cylinder he gave me into the ...umvee, maps were my guess. Knowing that he’d probably been here for quite some time without proper supply, I handed him my flask of bourbon. He took a long swig and smiled. That was the last thing he ever did. The side of his head exploded, and then the report of a rifle came. By the sound delay, a sniper had obviously taken him out. I grabbed the. Her hand fluttered to her mouth. "What did they tell you?" Well, she's fine. It's, ah, me. They tell me I'm shooting blanks. A natural born, perfect vasectomy poster boy, that's me. Sperm count, minus 14 or something." I don't understand," June said. "You had a vasectomy and you're trying to have children?"I turned to my wife, who can be a little thick at times. "No, dear, he didn't have a vasectomy. It's just as though he had a vasectomy, but it's natural." I didn't want to say it, but I. I looked at Sue and we both knew what the answer to their proposition was…The hotel option. That would be far more comfortable than a back-seat fuck in a sports car.The two of them then went to reception and booked the accommodation. We waited in the lounge. I mentioned to Sue that my only concern now was that we would be fucked and thrown out the door. We both quickly dispelled that idea as they seemed far nicer guys than that.They arrived back and Sue and I went with them to the rooms they. ”“Did he have access to the safe?” I asked.“I have no idea. But I’d testify he didn’t if they asked.”“To make sure your dad thinks it was him.”“Yes. My mom filed for divorce this week.”“I’m not surprised. But it’ll be simple, right?”“He won’t contest it if she doesn’t contest the pre-nup, and she won’t. Do we have to keep talking? I got an extra night and I want to make use of it!”I chuckled, “Tell me what you want.”“Make me feel good!”May 19, 1993, Los Angeles, California“How in the HELL did.