"Does he bite?" Mom asked, going into full tilt worry mode."No! Of course not." I gave her a quick look of annoyance that she didn't notice. "Brandy! ...ome here, boy," I called and he ran across the lawn with his long, red tongue flapping. "Sit," I told him and he did, even though he didn't want to. "Good boy." I smiled and rubbed his neck."Well, uh ... I guess he's trained anyway," Dad offered my mom and then looked at me. "Right?" Oh yeah, Brandon's really good." I smiled at my parents, trying. Then I asked him to lay down on the wide bench that ran the length of the booth. As he reclined, I took hold of his ankles and pulled his legs up in order to totally expose is cock, balls and asshole to my pleasure. I got down on the bench with him and began to slowly tongue him from ass to cock; each stroke starting with my tongue in his ass then working up to his shaved balls before encasing his whole, small cock in my mouth. After several trips back and forth on his equipment, I moved into. Bill yelled, "PUT DOWN YOUR GUN! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST! YOU'RE SURROUNDED! GIVE UP NOW!"There was a shout of, "YOU'LL NEVER GET ME!" and the attacker jumped up to run away. This was all the spectators needed—several men started shooting and the running man was hit several times in the chest and head. He was dead before either Bill or Eddy could get to him. There was also a lot of broken glass from stray bullets, but nobody worried about that at the time. Luckily, none of the bystanders had been. Another reason to be cheerful, at least before his normal labours resumed, was that on returning home he had received a letter from Lucy Holbourne. This was a young lady of long acquaintance who had more recently become a good friend, following a tete-a-tete about her late fiance, who had sadly died in battle far away. They now corresponded semi-regularly when not bumping into one another at social events in the wider area.Lucy had written to say that her parents were holding a levee the next.