Constable Oakman swallowed hard, startled by his descent into impenetrable night. Slowly his eyes adjusted. He made out the grey and silver shapes of ...rees, the subtle brush-strokes of moonlight providing the only detail on a black canvas. Mark Oakman had checked the crime-scene log. It confirmed that everyone who had entered had also left. He was alone. Alone in the presence of the dead. It was impossible to forget that. Mark had not seen a corpse until two months ago when, during the first. I began shaking her hand, then Jessica’s, “I’m Randy, what are you two doing all the way out here?”“Oh we just were blowing on a joint and hoping to find a random cute guy to blow on instead,” Jessica shot in.We all laughed while both girls placed a hand on my shoulders, then I thought maybe these girls are for real. Maybe they are going to actually suck on my cock. Megan continued on, “So how about it? Are you going to let these two sexy sweethearts treat that cock of yours like a tootsie. Not only that, they had the temerity to steal one of my advertisingslogans to go along with the larceny. I hate giving money tolawyers, but realized I had no alternative, so the case was heard by thisdarling old judge. Well, not old, but he wasn?t going to see 55 again. And heruled in my favor. And when I say ruled, I mean ruled! He said he found itastounding that such a large and well-known firm should have stooped ? hiswords ? so low as to rip off a smaller, industrious firm like mine. And. Then I moisturized, put on myrobe and watched two hours of Top Model. Heaven.End Diary EntryDiary Entry: May 2006As I write this I am drunk. Why does that matter? It doesn't. Yetanother Craigslist fling tonight with a semi-delicious man named Charles.Reality is he looked better in his pictures but they were of him and ingeneral he was OK. Not the best cock either. The more I think about itthe more I realize Charles kind of sucks. Whatever.He came over, we had some drinks, he finally.