When I stopped fire fighting I took the scanner out of my car and set it up in my basement workshop and out of habit I would listen in on the calls wh...le I did my woodworking.One day as I was cutting pieces for a cedar chest I was building I heard:"... and the fool is as healthy as a horse." So what are you going to do?" I don't know. Maybe I should try to fuck him to death. The only problem is that I can barely stand him."The first voice was Audrey's and the second voice was that of her best. "Say, Leece?" My voice was quavering."Hmmm?" How's about I massage your buttocks, too? I...I mean, those muscles are all connected to the legs. If I massage them, that should really help with your soreness."There was a slight hesitation. Had I gone too far?"Okay," she said softly. Was it my imagination, or was her breathing becoming a wee bit irregular?I scooted upward, and clenched her slim muscular thigh between mine. I desperately wanted to take off my shorts and panties and relieve the. I took my seat at the table and ordered an ice cold margherita. Thankfully the air-conditioning was on and it was cool in the club. It wouldn’t stay cool for long once the stage lights would come on and the place would be filled with people. A new band would be introduced tonight, but I didn’t care about that. I sat patiently sipping my drink enjoying the cold, salty, sweet, tartness of it. More and more people came streaming into the club. Mostly in groups and I could hear them talking. Besides, I got my GED when I was in the Army serving my country,’ said Mario sitting up straight and puffing out his chest. I was staff sergeant of supply. ‘Is that what you call it, serving your country? You were stealing whatever you could out of the PX. The Army couldn’t wait for you to end your service,’ said Angelo laughing. ‘You’re lucky they didn’t Court Marshal you and stick you in Federal Prison. No wonder why we spent so much in Iraq. It’s because you stole everything that wasn’t.