Debbie almost gagged from his foul breath. He kissed her and forced his tongue between her lips and ran it around inside her mouth. Debbie thought she...would throw up from the horrible rancid taste of his spittle. Still holding her golden ponytail he pulled her further down until she was on her knees among the wet crud of the alley. "Suck me bitch and do it fast.," he hissed as he pressed her face into his crotch.Debbie smelled the sickening aroma of urine and stale wine as her nose was rubbed. One night, we were at the favorite club we frequented. We happened to pass by the "Voyeur Room," which had windows for three walls. When Jenny saw what was going on inside she became silent. I looked in to see four black men fucking the hell out of Linda, a white girl we'd played with before. I saw her husband in the corner in a chair. Linda's nylons were holding his arms in place. (I guess he could have moved if he'd wanted; he was a big guy.) It was strangely erotic to me. I looked over at. It was easy enough in principle, but in practice it was extremely tiring. By the time I had my new phone, I was shattered and in pain. “Do you want to go anywhere while we are here?” I asked. “Well, I would like to go to…” he looked at me as he spoke, "No. It doesn’t matter. You look done in.” “I’ll tell you what. I will go and have a coffee while you go to where you want to go, okay?" “All right,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s a deal.” He stayed with me and made sure I. "I also used to fight in the war on the front lines. That's why I'm here. You remember how we met, Deputy Doug?" Yes. You were in a bar on the East End nursing past sorrows. I thought Alcoholics Anonymous was taking care of that." It is, but there are some things I can't tell them. You've never asked me about my final mission either. Don't you want to know why I got relieved of my command?" No, Clarke. I figured that was your business. You're capable despite whatever happened and Keira told me.