Your word that Parade and Pancake are in real trouble?”Mason nodded. “Last contact they said they’d had to kill two. I expect there’ll be more...by now, given the situation.”“We’ll hear you out then.” Palmeri announced.He turned to the bar and held up a mostly-empty glass. A finger circled to order another round.Shortly after, three others walked in. The men were already back-slapping and boisterously greeting each other. They too ordered drinks, and pushed a second table over to combine it with. She smiled and walked back to the table."You look hungry," she said. "See anything you want?" Um..." he murmured. "What do you recommend?" I give a great blow job," she said, as she licked her lips and stared down at his crotch.Randall looked back and forth as he thought for a moment. Was he on a surprise reality show, he wondered? His friends must have been messing with him, he thought. He decided to ignore her sexual advance and looked down at the menu."I'll have chicken and waffles," he. I stood under six feet and under two hundred pounds. The best thing about me was that I still had all my hair. I jogged at least three times a week, so I was in pretty good shape.The sex was fine. Over the years we had tried just about everything and openly discussed what each of us liked and didn't like. I was happy with her sexual performance and I assumed that she was ok with mine. Life was good. The future was bright. It was bright until we had the night talk.Normally when we go to bed, we. " For what?" he asked, sounding genuinely surprised."Cause, I shoulda ... I don't know. Cause I wasn't even there. Are you okay?" Yeah. I'm fine. I was just naked," he laughed. "I'm kinda glad you weren't there." Really? Why?" Never mind." What?" Nothing," he insisted. "Are you still coming over tonight?" Yeah," I nodded into the phone. "I guess so, um ... I think my mom wants to come with me." Your mom's coming over?" I guess," I said. "Um ... Is your mom there?" No," Josh replied. "She went.