I’m going to take my fake driver’s license and try to get a real birth certificate with it. Never mind disbarment, they send you to jail for that....s that what’ll happen to me? Am I going to wind up in for Christ’s sake Guantanamo with all those “enemy combatants,” rotting for years while they think up new and creative ways to keep me for just about ever?Well, fuck it, I’m going to do it anyway. It’s for Hugo. Jimmy. No, Hugo, let’s keep “Jimmy” for outsiders.I stop to gas up at the first. “Take two steps closer and stop,” she told him. He did so, eager as a puppy.She took a hit of the joint, surveying him theatrically. She slid her finger into her depths with practiced slowness.The man’s cock jerked, as did its shadow. He moaned; Lena wanted to.Not yet. Ride the plateau.“Touch yourself,” she ordered him. She watched him fist his cock enthusiastically. His moan turned to a low growl.She dipped a second finger inside her wetness and her legs jackknifed together in unexpected. “Sure, I’d love one, thank you.” Abby hesitated before going into the women’s washroom.“I’ll meet you outside the door,” he said, reading her thoughts, and she nodded her agreement. Dan used the washroom and took several extra pieces of paper towels to wipe up his cum stains from the floor.Dan was soon waiting for Abby outside the door as promised. She came up to him, and his nostrils flared, breathing in the fresh scent of her chocolate and vanilla perfume. As they walked and stood inline side. ."So, what do you do, Jack?" Frieda asked.I considered this one, berating myself for being unprepared to answer it. "I'm, uh, in the military." It was a stupid answer -- there were no bases nearby. Frieda knew this as well as I did -- and so did Beth. Instant discomfort.Beth found an answer. "He's a recruiter!"Frieda nodded, "Oh, yeah -- they're everywhere..." I could see in her eyes the corollary, 'and they're all silver-tongued liars!' Of course, I was doing a TERRIBLE job..."I, uh, don't.