I tried a hooligan cap for a while, a grey one, but it made me look like a flasher when I wore it with my Chesterfield and like a granddad when I was ...ut in regular clothes. Besides, I’m a celebrity. I can wear whatever the bloody hell I like.Ali got out from behind the wheel and opened the rear passenger door for me.“Good mornin’, Mista King.”That was as civil as it got. He’d learned to open doors and greet me with something other than: ‘Hey man!’ and at that point I just gave up.“Good. When I’m done you need to blow him. He hasn’t come once from my banging him so He needs some help. Ok?”I took in the information and agreed to do as Nick required. The next day I parked as used to do some three years ago, away from the line of garages near Nicks block of flats. I tentatively lifted the garage door and lowered it behind me. The heat inside was stifling and I wondered if it was possible to do anything remotely sexy in such heat. The garage had changed somewhat. There wasn’t room. I could smell his sweet cologne. It smelled good. It was strong but not abrasive. He slid the card and oddly enough the door unlocked. "Wow thanks," I said smiling at him. I finally got a close up. He was freshly shaved, but had a five o'clock shadow. Beautiful green eyes, dark black hair that was graying. He was so handsome. Having him this close, smelling his cologne, seeing him up close, had my pussy throbbing, and soaking wet. If I didn't get in the room soon, I think not only would my body. He felt a pang of pity for the foolish civilian thirst for peace so strongly felt that they choose to ignore the danger around them. Danny felt no such pity for the military or the police who were walking around with their thumb up their bum more interested in chatting up the female help or idly discussing some favorite football team or game to be played that weekend. In his estimation, it was the best of both worlds and he was like a shark swimming in a school of tasty fish.Whitehall was.