”“We have to advance you the money, but we can do that,” Borscht replied.“Fair enough,” I said. “You can take the wholesale price of that ...odge truck out of the payment for this information.”“Okay, we have a deal,” Borscht said.“Good enough, Gray here will be our postman. We already worked out his cover ID, so we just gave him a promotion,” I said. Borscht agreed of course. Gray and I didn’t want to be seen together, so Mikah and I had our lunch in the park. We had chicken nuggets and a small. "Why, you're big! Bet you're a hit with the ladies?" I said finding hismember. He grinned at this.I went down to get a closer look. "Hmm, mmm! You taste good!" I saidlicking it."Well go ahead and have a feed," he said."You bet I will!" and started to swallow it. This beats having onebetween your legs. I caressed it with my tongue, licking the pre-cum inthe process. I didn't want to let go, even as it filled my mouthfurther."The main course is coming!" he said, stroking my locks."Bring it on!" I. Meeting her on the beach, my visit the previous afternoon, her anxiety when she realised how late it had got.So much for driving home while it was light. It was around Six by the time I finished giving my statement at the Police Station in Cromer. The traffic was really heavy when I finally hit the outskirts of London so it was almost Ten O'clock when I got back home. Angela's disappearance, they were now calling it that, made the main News. I got mentioned as the visitor who'd raised the. That means that those of you who hate cream pie stories still have eighty or so to look forward to. Ditto for those who call me a racist; you will get another seventy or so interracial stories.Those who hate wimps will only see about fifty more of those because the stories I sent to the I Watch category were split 50/50 between what some call wimps and some call "real men." Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories.