She fished out a piece of paper. She handed it to me to read. Jeff Collins, a phone number and address in Newport, Rhode Island. Not more than an hour...from where we lived.I reached into my back pocket and took out my wallet. I took out a business card with the words ’don’t forget to call me’ handwritten on the back and handed it to mom. She read, Grace Thompson, Realtor, cell phone and fax number, Manchester, New Hampshire. A little more than an hour from where we lived.Mom held my hand in her. I suspect she was fucking one of the trainers on the football team, and used that to gain access to an epi-pen injector.’ ‘There was another thing I noticed.’ I said. ‘Arnold Cash is slender, but Coach Sasskind is gaining weight in a bad way. I surmised that the good cook, Tina, was making good meals for her husband, but Melissa, supposedly a good cook, was not going out of her way to feed her husband. That said ‘trouble in paradise’ to me with regard to the Cash household.’ ‘So, Melissa was. She pulled the waistband of my shorts down a bit to get a better look then asked, ‘Somalia?’ ‘Yeah, we were running food convoys out of Mogadishu into villages out in the bush. My squad was sent to clear some mud huts next to the road, an obvious spot for an ambush right?’ Yolanda nodded and took a sip of toddy then she took my hand in hers. Her touch was tender. ‘Anyway, the warlords had been using food as weapon for so long and the locals were so desperate…’ I choked on the memory, but. My tongue dances along his shaft as I continue pulling himin and nearly all the way out. He has grown so hard and so longthat it becomes difficult to take him as deeply as I desirebut I strive for it anyway. At times I can feel him down mythroat. I can taste the sweetness of his pre-cum and hearhis moans as his breathing intensifies. It excites me moreand I begin to move faster, harder, my tongue never ceasingto caress him in the process. He is nearly there. Not wanting to break the build-up.