I took Diana's Red Drum straight to the mess room to be scanned in. That one fish was going to feed a lot of people. And, with all the stuff we scanne... at the Commissary, it could be fixed a lot of different ways. Diana didn't want her beer so I tracked down Frenchy.He thought there wasn't any point in scanning the beer in but he let me do it anyway, then we drank them both before they got warm. He was right; that was the last decent beer I had for a long time.The three of us had to go our. Why did I do that?? SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! Like a two dollar whore, she'd just reached down and grabbed his dick and jerked on it...two or three little pulls and now he was growing harder by the second as she watched in horror. Her own son! She'd just took her own nine year old son's cock in her hand and jerked on it till she made it hard. What the hell was she thinking? Part of her wanted to pull over and puke...and another part of her was raging with excitement at having done it. I gotta get. The whole damn thing was so confusing and worrisome. ‘Perhaps I should call our son to travel home from college and check up on her,’ he thought but quickly discarded the idea. They had managed to keep their difficulty from him so far and there was no need to get him all worked up now; Shirley would hate that anyway. ****** Back in the states meanwhile, Shirley walked back into her house after she had paid off the cab and went straight to check for messages on her answering machine. “Oh my. "What will you do after you get your degree?" Weena asked."I'll most likely try for a real post at the Gallery but, depending on other things, we'll start a family in a few years." Rachel paused."And you, Patrick?" Oh, I thought everyone knew. I'll get my degree, article for a year, take the exam and be a lawyer trying to win back what the original Australians have lost." It's in their family, you know," Gordy added. "The band's territory and our station came from Pat's grandfather. His dad.