Finance. Accounting. Ledgers. It was all just so incredibly dry. So utterly un-sexy. But then, that was Serena. She grew up believing she was plain. N...xt to Elaine, her older sister, she certainly was. As she sat here however, entreating her outgoing and erstwhile friends to not grill her like this, there was a difference. She was the designated driver in this foursome. Serena the careful one; Serena the risk mitigator. She was always on the couch and part of the intervention, never in front,. I look at the top of the page: April 13, 1973. Somehow, I read the language easily. The headline reads:“The News Advocate. OPEC imposes Oil Embargo, US Suspends All Activity Over Vietnam, Senate Committee Begins Watergate Hearings.”This world runs out of oil, democracy forces itself upon weaker countries, and politicians can’t be trusted. I recall these things. However, I also remember another event: a woman, a terrifying yet alluring pythoness, with her lips wrapped around my sex. A thought. "It's nice to meet you," Lamont was saying just as the woman's eyes dropped to the bulge in the teenager's shorts. The woman was impressed and fixated with what she saw. Her husband noticed and started pulling her."Well, we gotta get back to our seats Lamont," Pastor Davis said. "It was nice seeing you. See you at church."The pastor pulled his wife. Her ass jiggled as she walked away and Lamont knew she needed more than Pastor Davis's little dick could offer. He was sure of that.Pastor knows he. By that time we were back in our rooms. I pulled up my email and read the big reveal that the Geek sent. He did not have the Mother Fucker, but he did have an interesting fact that might lead to Tonya and me nailing his ass. We for sure needed confirmation. I decided not to mention this information to Tonya. We didn’t have to prove it, just make a good defense for defamation, if someone decided to sue us.I sent a reply to the Geek to follow up on the lead. I wanted him to come up with the names.