At age 35, he was only an inch or so taller than me. His hair was short and dark. His skin was slightly tanned, darker than me. And he, like myself... was VERY burly as well.“Yo, Josh!” he said greeting me.“Hey Uncle Tony,” I replied, grinning sheepishly.“What have you been up to?”“Shit, chilling,” I said. “Bored as hell.”“Boredom is contagious,” he agreed, laughing.He made himself at home over the next few hours. He decided to do his own thing. I went back upstairs to my room and watched. "Sure, Cindy, I think you are old enough to drink. What do you like?" "I'll have whatever you are having," she said politely. I went and fixed us a couple of pretty strong rum and cokes and even put in a twist of lime to make it a Cuba Libre. She tasted hers then downed it and told me it was really good and that she would like another. I could swear that her nipples were getting erect, but I didn't want to make any assumptions.The movie had moved on, and two girls were in a 69. One of. “Well, it’s floodin’ down in Texas...”“All of the telephone lines are down...”“Yeah, it’s floodin’ down in Texas...”“All the telephone lines are down...”“I been tryin’ to reach my baby...”“But I can’t get a single sound...”I saw a grin from Kara, Jo, and Stoney as they all reached for their cases, and Jo was first. Who knew that classical musicians knew anything about blues? However, what less could you expect?Jo stuck in a little Jethro Tull-like “breathing over the sounds” stuff into her. "Let us not get ahead of our selves," I chide him. "So far Napoleon is only dangerous to us three," I squeeze Nimrod's hand lightly and let go. "He has made no threats. He has merely indicated a dislike." I try to be logical. "We can not be seen making the first move." I look over at the two of them and raise an eyebrow in confirmation."Go on," Nimrod says slowly as he nods at me."What we need to do is undermine his power base." That would be the Protectors," Saul points out sarcastically and.