Eat now, We talk later.”It was the twenty third of December very close to Christmas. Marilyn Semones like most mom’s the bond to her son strengthe...ed and her heart brightened at this time of year. Mark’s safety became her most important, although it secret objective as she sat in front of her computer and manipulated satellites, drones and gathered intel.It all had started at J’s a restaurant with checkered tablecloths and distinctive red roof like Pizza hut had in the seventies. I remember it. I found a shady table to plant myself and ruminate. The day was sunny and warm, well it was still summer for a couple more weeks; a few months more and it would be the year 2000. Years came and went in my life all without a lot of meaningfulness, not for me.I thought about how my death would affect the lot of them, and maybe especially Marian. I remembered our high school days, and how she’d fucked me over at the prom. It seemed childish now, but that bit of high school rejection on her part. She said I have not tested in a long while and want it in. he shot everything slowly and every shot hit her throat. She slowly collected everything in her mouth, showed to vicky and gulped it down. She cleaned his dick and stood up to kiss vicky. Vicky came and kissed without hesitating to taste his cum in payals mouth. He turned her on the bed and came on top of her. He started to suck and press his boobs while he was putting his fingers in her navel. He moved down to her navel and started to. I think I know why the red-haired Arab dude was staring at me. It’s not because of my skin color, or anything like that. It’s because of my crucifix. Suddenly I remember the TIME magazine article about the persecution of Arab Christians in Arab countries like Egypt and Lebanon. I think this red-headed Arab bozo is Muslim, and he can’t stand the sight of my crucifix because he hates Christians. Well, buddy, you moved to a predominantly Christian country where your Muslim ass is the minority. If.