After she had finished her meal I asked her how old she was and she told me she was eighteen and asked me why I wanted to know."Because you don't look...old enough and guys can go to jail for messing with girls who aren't old enough."She dug in her pocket and came out with a driver's license that she handed me. Her name was Denise and she had been eighteen for almost a week. It took some prying on my part, but I finally got her story out of her. She let home on her eighteenth birthday and was. I was prompt for my meeting with the client, the meeting went well, and at nine-forty I was parking the car. When I got into the ‘Torch’ Julie was up on stage again with Ellen. I just enjoyed the music for a while until Julie came off and I made my way towards her. A guy in front of me I think was going to make a move on Julie but she spotted me over his shoulder and smiled. He could tell the smile wasn’t for him, glanced over his shoulder, then shrugged, smiled and moved away. A good loser, I. This man had made John suck his cock! He seemed so young, but, jeez, he could really kiss. I rubbed his chest with my hand.John stopped sucking for a second and Ben popped his cock out of John’s mouth.“On the bed, John. On your hands and knees. Facing the other way, not toward me. Like that. You know what you want, don’t you, John. Don’t you? Say it. Tell me. Tell me what you want.”“Fuck me,” John whispered. “Fuck me in the ass.”“Excuse me, love, your husband needs me.”Ben knelt between John’s. “You were in the Army Air Corps?” the general said.“Yep, drafted in June 1942 right out-a school; I had been flying Jennys down at the dirt strip on the island. I did the mail run to Baltimore once a day from June until November 41. I had just finished flying lessons and got a license when old Burt crashed his Model A into a tree and broke both legs,” Crash said and then continued.“Burt charged me a dollar a lesson and I had to put gas in the plane. A lesson was an hour; the plane used 75 cents.