Then he sighed and nodded. He still didn’t look at me but said, “Yes, sir.”“Okay, that’s something we can work on.”Before we could discuss...the subject further, the radio rang out. “Dispatch to all supervisors. Supervisor is required at Kennedy Elementary.”I looked at Willy and raised an eyebrow. We were only a hundred yards away from John F. Kennedy Elementary and he looked back at me. I grabbed the mike off the dashboard and said, “One-Six-Three to Dispatch, I’m on Cherokee near Kennedy. I’ll. Come in here.”The door opened and I turned over in the dark. Terri’s advice suddenly came to me. She’s right, my way is not working. I have to try her suggestion. I can’t give him a chance to say no. I’ll have to be quick. In the dark I could barely make out that he was still in his robe as he stepped up to the bed. Fighting the fog of sleepiness I reached out quickly my left hand, groped my way through his robe and grabbed his cock.“Wait! What are….”?“Don’t talk. Just be quiet.” I had to be. They stood in front of the knickknack table staring at the alarm clock radio."A Snoozer," JoJo whispered."I know," Joe whispered back.On their honeymoon twenty years ago, Joe and JoJo had spent six nights in the city in a not-quite- seedy hotel convenient to the theater district. The idea was that the money saved on lodgings would go towards shows and dinners. All Joe and JoJo really needed was a clean mattress and each other. And sometimes they didn't even need the mattress. The hotel offered. Time to run. I stop the car some way from the crowd of dead. I grab some water and gulp down half the bottle and stuff the rest in my pocket. I bring one more bottle with me and grab my knife. I open the door of my beloved bug, shut the door and run. I look back to my little car. I dont think I will get to see it again. I dodge the dead. They seem interested in some new looking pile of yuck. OK. Where the fuck do I go?I decided that if I get to his work area. Hell he may be there. .