"We don't need this."Jesse considered Mel's words silently for a few moments. His face saidthe matter was vital to him, but he remained composed. He...was not asrash as Mel, Julian thought. He wanted time to think. Finally, though,when it became clear that Clemson was only going to get louder and moreunruly, he decided to act."Get up," he told Clemson gruffly, lifting his shoe off the man's neck. Clemson rose from the floor, his suit and hair ruffled and his face acombination of sweat, anger,. He sent his hand lower still. Rubbing softly at Casey's soft skin; small circular movements of thumb and fingers and palm. And couldn't believe his luck when she allowed it; indeed - but it could have been his imagination - pushed lightly back at his veiled onslaught. Then the stallion got dislodged again, and Casey's cry of dismay was but a soft echo of the suddenly bereft mare. And Gus took his chance. Slid his long fingers all the way down the young woman's butt-cleft and over the wet-wet. " You keep talkin Pop, but I'm still walkin. Why don't you go home andhang your worthless, stupid ass from a rafter where no one will fuckinfind The BODY!" "Holy shit Ben. What did your dear old Dad ever do to you to deservethat?" That one question held more humor than Abs and Ben had ever sharedat any point in their lives. Both men were suddenly racked with gales ofmutual, hysterical laughter. Still they limped along, two soldierssharing the hilarity of their tragic personal experience. ’ He pointed to a chair across from his desk. John took a seat and crossed his legs. Assuming there wasn’t anything wrong he commented, ‘Everything still on for Thanksgiving?’ Jeremy looked up, ‘Actually there’s been a change of plans.’ John couldn’t tell what Jeremy had in mind. His face was as bland as a piece of paper, ‘How so?’ Jeremy didn’t waste a second. He handed John an envelope, ‘I think this will be enough to cover your expenses.’ John reached across and took the envelope, ‘Expenses?.