Of course.”“Congratulations,” George said, still in some degree of shock.Applause erupted from the entire restaurant.The dinner had become a cel...bration.October 6th, 1995, 2:30 AM CT, Joe’s Diner, Houston, TXSharon looked out the window. Across the way was the Motel 6 her kids were currently sleeping at. They had a long drive down to Houston, but it helped that Miguel was willing to help relieve her at the wheel. He was eating a half a chicken, and she was having some crappy roast beef. It was. He'd have no trouble getting his hands on the machine gun, but that might not even work, based on the stories he'd heard. He needed something bigger!That's it, he needed a cannon! One of his minions had been in the artillery during the Great War. Maybe Joey The Snake would have some ideas. "HEY, JELLY-BELLY, GET JOEY THE SNAKE IN HERE!"A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Joey The Snake stuck his head in the door. "You wanted me, boss?" Yeah, come in and sit down. You know. I ignore the throngand escort him into my trailer."What can I do for the agency?" I ask, once we've enteredmy trailer.He makes a short circuit around the room, sweeping forbugs. From inside his jacket, he produces an envelope. Islide the photo out, and my mouth goes sour."Do you remember who this man is?" he asks in hisprofessional, nearly mechanical tone."Woden. The man who stole my life..." I trail off."Yes. He is in the city. We want you to find him for us,"he leans forward as he speaks."I. She wanted to try oral on her and that was out of question. NO women going to make me gay, she said. Laid her on the sofa and get her legs up. Gently sucked the clit and she pushed me off her. Feels funny, and I have head this before. I got her clit in my lips and gently sucked it. Its not long before she cums. She pushes me off and said, you got to go home. I stop and do what she said. next night its more of the same. This time she opens the legs and guides my head down there. After the first.