'I don't have the power to carry that much'"Don't give me that, you moved a fucking plane before." It was not a lie, concentrating on me, 7 people, an... how ever much money, would take far too much concentration to consider that an option. I do not think we would get a block away. I hoped this would dissuade him slightly. Unfortunately, this guy was up on my skills.'That was one object, not seven separate objects, plus bags of money.'"We will get in our van and you fly us out in that and once we. Scribes are nothing if not eternally curious. It goes with the job."Do you think Bandor was behind the attack on the President and his family?" She asked out of the blue. Where did that come from? Why would anyone change subjects so radically when such an exciting show was going on? Just the way her mind works, I guess. Oh well, just her loss as she missed out. 'K then. I really did resent her ruining my fun by taking my attention away from the excitement, though."No, he wasn't," I said. In the meantime, he went to the train and bus stations and showed Marci’s picture. Of course, no one had seen Marci. That night, they called all of Marci’s friends to see if they knew where she was. No one did. Her father suspected the nigger boy Jamal who had tried to date Marci. He asked one of her friends if she knew him. She said yes and that she had just left him at a popular teen hangout where the teenagers from Marci’s school had gathered after class for hours. Obviously, Marci hadn’t. Gathering my thought, I questioned Carl, "Go at it?" Carl replied, "Yea, you know what we did a few days ago. She is hot to watch me and another man. She does not want to join in, just watch." "Sure, sounds exciting to me. I love spectators." I boosted. Carl and I discussed the time to meet and found our schedule worked to meet on Friday night. My dick was tingling thinking about Mary watching. I had to wait two days before I would meet Carl again. Friday night arrived and I was knocking on.