I splashed water on my face and started picking the cum out of my hair.I heard the door open and looked back to see Keith come in. “You have a good ...ime?” he asked. “Yeah, I guess” I answered. I was tired and bummed that Dennis had run off. I really didn’t feel like talking.Undoing his pants he said “Come here and do me a favor before you go.” I looked at his soft dick and hesitated then thought what the hell. I sank to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. Rolling my tongue and. “What’s in a man’s pants that you won’t find in a girl’s dress?” he says matter-of-factly as if their previous conversation never took place.The young witch smiles. “This is too easy. Why didn’t you say it was going to be easy?”Tartas’ eyes narrow. “Answer the riddle, please.”“You sure are a stuffed shirt,” she remarks. “Alright, it’s a dick.”“Wrong,” he says. “It’s pockets.”“For real?” she asks.“For real,” he answers.“I wasn’t prepared,” she says. “How about we count that as a practice. At 9:30 AM Roscoe the driver called up. We loaded out luggage into his SUV. Helping out was the JAG, who had the unlikely name of Mikal Tigranovich Petrosian. On the way to the police station he explained that he was not the son of a world chess champion. Several of his uncles and cousins were named Tigran. When the Grandmaster became famous, the name became a family favorite. I may have made too much of it, but I needed some comic relief.The police station was exactly what I expected in. They were going to pull a raid on the three Confederate armies that were closing in around them – not to kill or disable anyone – but for their supplies. An army travels on its stomach. No food, no army.“Not really,” Lisa said, and sat down, looking depressed. Image of Lisa releasing her pent-up nuclear energy into the sky, freeing her mind once and for all from the terrible power struggle she’d fought inside herself for as long as she’d been Lisa, which was about forty-five years.‘Wow!’ Béla.