They're like brothers to me.We leave the bar and hop into my ride. We had been told where the truck would be and when. Our plan is to follow it until ...he driver makes a pit stop. We will take the money, with force if it's needed, but usually people compromise with us easily. Anyways, we drive, following the directions we had been given. We find the truck and follow it, waiting for the driver to take a break. I love driving in the night, feeling the cool wind blow through my hair, the atmosphere. "Your grandma advised me about how you applied for Goodway College, but you didn't have enough money to pay for a spot." Yeah, so." Here." He slides over the file. "Inside is your transcripts to enter the hero college. You and I know this town is too small, and we have nothing to show the world. To be the best hero and represent MoonShade, Montana." Why would you do this?" You ask as you flick through all the information that is allowing you into your dream school. A school for the superheroes. British and French mercantile sources. Companies and institutions funded by British and French pockets found their resources nationalized and their factors formally invited to board ship, never to return. Various European markets were yet open to us. We had taken the British fairly well in hand yet the French were feeling their oats. Some shipping was intercepted and seamen were impressed by French galleys. Some dozen discrete men were dispatched to France with packets of unusual mushroom. He brought her over to dinner and after meeting her I could not have been happier for him. That was until I suddenly realised it was the same girl I knew from the refugee centre where she volunteered and helped young asylum seekers assimilate and where I too volunteer from time to time. My heart stopped for a moment as I recollect spotting her a few months back on her knees sucking the cocks of 2 young Syrian refugees. I peered through the gap in the door and rubbed my stiff cock watching her.