"Ah, here comes my loving husband. I wonder what he's discovered. I'm sorry if you think that we are nosy, but the pair of us love a bit of intrigue."...Christ, there's a bleeding row going on back there," John whispered when he arrived beside us. "I saw that fat bugger in the shorts and one of the other girls going into a cabin, so I listened at the door. He was yelling at the girl telling her that if she wasn't on deck in the next five minutes she'd be out of a job and would have to find her. From low on his other side, a pair of hands started at his knees and worked slowly, lovingly up his muscular thigh, backs of fingers ending up pressing against his sac.His upper body was not neglected, either. One girl put one hand around his heavy upper arm, and with her other began stroking up and down from his opposite pectoral to his six-pack. Not satisfied with just manual activity, she put her mouth over his near nipple and began sucking and nibbling.The fourth girl, apparently the leader. His mind whirled with a myriad of emotions, feeling like his world had just been turned upside down, so he took several deep breaths, and thought about what he knew. His friends were his friends. His parents had kept this whopping big secret, but they'd raised him and been there for twenty three years for him. Did it really matter that they weren't linked by DNA? The thought helped him clear his head a little and he sighed. After a moment he replied. "No, it's okay, and don't get all worried,. "A confession and a plea bargain is always a good thing," Eddie reminded me."But he wants to make a deal too badly. Jamison was on the run long enough to get some legal advice. My guess is he thinks he can make a deal. Wrap up everybody in the business he ever came into contact with up in a bow." I said."And you have a problem with that?" Eddie asked."I have a problem giving that scum bag a minute off his sentence. Yes I do." I replied."You put it like that I do to, what do you want to do?" he.