”“This is going to be rough, Marty. Getting together at 3 a.m., and then me being missing in action when Tad gets up in the morning.”“Well, if...you mom doesn’t object, I could come to your place after the game, instead.”“Well, we do have a guest room.”“What about Tad? When he gets up, he’ll see my car out front.”“Marty, you’ve got to get used to the fact that I haven’t been celibate ever since Tad’s babydaddy knocked me up. I mean, I don’t think of myself as some kind of slut, but I have had a. "Have you noticed that some of the trucks have disappeared?" I asked."Yes, they've been sold," he told me."Sold?" Yes, to merchants up here. They can get parts for them from merchants in China. So they can keep them running," he told me."Who is selling them?" I asked."Captain Paribetra is here, and Captains Tamusarit and Pendgith are in Nawng-awn. It's an old Thai Army tradition," Tweed told me with a grin."Is there that much money up here?" I asked, surprised."Oh yes! There is plenty of money. He was on par with my father at six foot three, although he was in much better shape, toned and tanned, with scraggly dark hair, jade green eyes and a killer smile. Apparently he was the spitting image of my Daddy when he was that age, but I honestly didn’t see it. Or more – I suppose – I didn’t want to see it. To me he was the ‘cool Uncle’. Uncle Joe spent most of his time surfing and living the high life. He wasn’t tied down to any job or career even though he had his diploma in Business. MY. ASSHOLE! Rim me ... stick your tongue back there! Attaboy! More of that tongue in my butthole there!” Jessica told Jerry.“Gals, keep his face lodged in Jessica’s butt-crack! Your turns will all come to get your bottoms eaten out by this sniveling little bitch! One. By. One. Do you hear me, pussy boi? Make Jessica cum ... and then the others. Unless you prefer the alternative, red-hot pitchforks and all that jazz. I’m sure that the demons miss torturing you down in Hell, after all,” I warned.