We both were interested in kissing a guy, and oral sex. We decided to meet that Sunday afternoon (it was the only time he could get away from his girl...riend with no questions asked) at a restaurant near my apartment.When I hung up, my first thought was "I can't go through with this." My second thought was "I've gotta whack off!" I jerked off thinking about him twice before I fell asleep that night.So Sunday came. I waited in the lobby of the bar/restaurant. He was 20 minutes late and I figured. The champ was done and it seemed to be just a matter of time if Jack didn't make a mistake. The bell rang for the end of the 7th round.Cathy Reilly was watching the fight at her mother's house. It had been a rough couple of years for her mum. Cathy's Dad had succumbed to his injuries and passed away in the last year so the Reilly women decided to stick together and share the house. They were both thinking about selling the house and moving into the suburbs.They were both bringing in good. His expertise in handling his father’s pickup truck as part of his rescue efforts proved to our lawmakers that he was well qualified to operate a vehicle on our roads. Please give him a round of applause for his efforts.”The applause was deafening. Even the older guys that routinely beat the shit out of me were applauding. Damn! Who wrote this script? I never would have even imagined that scenario. Then came another scenario that was totally out of the blue.Mr. Filbert waited for the applause. Rebels are marching towards the capital now the only major city to keep them at bay fell this morning. All foreigners are evacuated.’ ‘Minibus?’ ‘Where are the professor and his wife?’ He moved her to her tent. ‘Theresa please go pack your backpack. The Moretti’s are already on a minibus to the capital. The professor said he would try to get a plane-seat for the three of you. When you have phonesignal again do call him. Now hurry so I can put you on a minibus as well. I will come back to pack.