“You know the Arab world quite well; there is no good news,” he replied then he added.“Our friend in Africa was quite impressed with your genero...ity; I talked with him today. He wanted me to tell you that he has spread some of the tidings around as you suggested. He and his friends are looking forward to your visit and building on the mutual trust and relationship.” That was more of the coded diplomatic speak that I had finally learned to understand.“Yes, I too am looking forward to my visit. Mom gave me another strange look, “something is wrong Larry, I can tell. What is it?”“Nothing,” I lied again, “Just a hard day at school, the coach had us run a lot of laps because some guys were horsing around.” This was true but had nothing to do with any of this. It had everything with Jim seeing me jerk off and then me jerking him off.“Well you can go to bed anytime you want,” Mom said patting me on the shoulder.Jim came back with a disgusted look on his face, “Well that news really sucks,”. There would probably be a story about it in the newspaper, Bobby!”“But I thought...”“You didn’t think!” she snapped. “That’s the problem!”It was at that point that the tiny blood vessel that had been weakened by the blow to her head and then abused by the string of orgasms Bobby had visited on her, the night before, leaked enough blood to put enough pressure on the adjacent brain cells that her brain rebelled. The cerebral hematoma had been trying to warn her all day long that something was. The woman was clearly a bimbo, one of those blond airheads."And you know this because... ?" Claire asked."I talked to our boss," said Cindy. "Since this happened to you while you were at lunch, and since we're required to stay within six blocks of the office during lunch, somebody decided that workman's comp applies." I work for a company that makes me stay within six blocks of the office during lunch?" Claire's voice was skeptical."Well, she may get all the time off she wants," said the man.