Who's your new friend?"He turned on the tap of the kitchen sink and began to wash. "His name is Mack Sullivan. He's lived over on the east side for ov...r fifty years. He's a fount of information. We traded stories while the boys burned up dinner." I didn't get a chance to ask you about your breakfast meeting Friday. Do you want to talk about it in front of the kids or not?" Hmm. I think it's too tentative to discuss in front of them. I'll fill you in later."Supper was a lively affair. Everyone. I would suggest reading that story, but if you do not, here is a quick recap.John was a doctor treating a disease commonly called by the name "cum addiction disease". The disease made life difficult for those with it, as their body became desperate for a protein found in abundance in human male semen.As the disease progressed, the women afflicted with it would become more and more desperate for it, need more and more to provide what they needed, and would experience an escalating state of. Jack was in a bad way at this point, with nothing in his stomach to soak up the alcohol; he wasn’t going to last much longer. He stumbled over to the bushes to relieve himself. As he stood, swaying, cock in hand, draining his bladder, he did not realise he was being watched. He did not even realise the girl watching him was only feet away, squatting with her knickers and jeans round her ankles, relieving herself too. “What the hell is up with you tonight?” came Jacie’s voice from behind him.. " Come on Brit, Sometimes a bomb is just a fishing pole." I said."And sometimes a bug is a microphone. There are no coincidences, till we find out who wants to bug you." he said."Well at least the coffee is good," I said."That it is, too bad you can't get a decent cup of tea in this country," he said laughing."I shouldn't tell you this, but if you buy a box of good tea, that coffee machine is supposed to make excellent tea as well." I said. "There is a first class grocery store here. I have.