“Pick up the phone.”“What?” Pick up the phone? That was one of the last things that she thought he would say.“Yes, call your husband and t...ll him that you will be late coming home tonight.”This is so weird. Why would he bring up her husband now at all? Never mind have her call him at this moment. But she obliged. She picked up the phone and dialed his cell number, still half-lying on his desk. “Hello?” He picked up on the third ring.“Hi, Peyton, I won’t-” She was interrupted by Jon. “I’m sure they meant it respectfully,” I teased her to calm her down. While the other women laughed, including Sonja in our radio, Sylvia smacked me on the shoulder. At least she was smiling.They were less than a hundred yards from us before they realized we were there. “Federal agents! Drop your weapons,” Sylvia shouted.“We cunts are all PMSing and looking for any excuse to squeeze the trigger,” she added when they froze but didn’t drop their weapons. “We have armor and cover, you don’t. There. You prop yourself up on your elbows, feeling the smooth grains of sand grip to your bare skin as the sharp point of your bent arm creates a cavity in the surface of the shore. The natural blur of your vision fades away and you can just make out the turquoise blue ocean, lush green forestry and white sand as it becomes more distinct by the second.The sun shines brilliantly and the high clouds drift across the clear blue sky with such elegance. Your hands feel clammy and you use them to push you. It was now getting harder and I could feel it moving in my boxers, and Mike noticed as well.“Do you want to see my tatt” he asked.“Sure, where is it “He didn’t answer but pulled off his shirt to reveal his chest, just how I’d remembered it and I could see the top of roman numerals at his waist He undid his jeans, exposing his tight bulging package and the roman numerals behind his underwear. He edged them down so that I could see the figures – his birthdate as it happened. However I was more.