‘Yeah, you could say that. How are you?’ ‘I’m good. You wanted me to call.’ I replied. ‘You got my message and directions?’ ‘How else ...ould I know to call?’ I grinned. ‘Not very sharp for a lawyer Tom.’ Tom laughed. ‘Huh, tell me about it. I guess I’m running on empty…can’t get my head in gear, you know? Anyway…I just wanted to say that I’ve booked a cabin just North of Drifters End and you can’t see how to reach it from the map.’ ‘Uh-huh…why does this place sound familiar to me?’ I knew Tom. I didn't really like the smell and didn't know that was my own shit on his didk but I stuck it in my mouth and tried to do what he had done to me. Man, did that feel good and the smell of shit wasn't that bad. I took that dick as deep as I could and just kept on sucking on it. He let me suck for some time and then told me that I sould stop now He helped me up and dressed me and told me if I liked what I had done I coould come back the next day too. But I probably shouldn't tell. I’m not sure how to say this, because ... it’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Lincoln.”Abraham Lincoln looked back in surprise. But he was, if nothing else, sharp as well. “From your previous comments, and what you just said, I’d reckon that in the history that never happened, I must’ve been something a bit more than just a simple lawyer.”“A bit, yes. And it’s because I do know that about you ... well, the other you ... that I have an offer for you. I’d like you to attend the College, take the. Bar hopping or strip clubs,wherever the cab brought them. Jim decided to stay at the hotelexplaining to them that he wasn't feeling well. What he actually had planned had him feeling quite well.Teresa worked part time at this office. They struck up a long-distancefriendship from the start. Talking on the phone, emails, text messagesfor a year. But they had never met. They had dreamed and planned what would happen if they ever managed to meet, but both knew the distancebetween them kept the.