Our graves already dug just case tonight would be our last.I watched wistfully, as the sun dipped below the red hills… wondering if I’d ever see i... rise.~We left the safety of the line and delved into the smothering darkness. Stealthily, we crept through the shadows of the dead and on towards the mammoth walls of Antioch. The faint torch-glow above the parapets gave us our bearings which would lead us to the humongous double breasted tower we called the Two Sisters.Silence was strictly observed. R.”“Nobody gives a shit any more. That show has been off the air for years.”“Oh, yeah? I saw it last night.”“That was a rerun.”“Oh.”“Come on. Try to think of a serious thing that we could discover the truth about by going back to the right place at the right time.”“Hey! Maybe we are making a mistake by thinking only of things many years ago that would involve a lot of things we don’t know about or have any way to control. Even if we went back to the night Marilyn Monroe was murdered and camped. My tounge darts forward and I taste him; letting the drop flow onto my tounge where it lingers while I close my eyes and spoil my taste buds for a moment.My heart leaps with joy as I hear him ghasp when my lips close around the head. One of my hands finds its way down to his smoothly shaven balls while the other moves up and down his shaft in a milking fashion. The feel of his hard, almost polished cock head against my tounge makes my mouth water and I start applying spit to his shaft, making. With his truth sense working overtime he pointed to the spot. John stopped at the same spot when he noticed a cat sitting there. It was a cat from outside. Ed, still feeling ill, waited with John while the FBI searched the rest of the house. There were so many lies to expose in this house.The agents came streaming into the living room. One turned angrily to John and spat, “There’s no one here and nothing to suggest that anything wrong is going on.”John pressed the center panel of the fabric.