Whatever she was avoiding at home must have been pretty bad.Still, I had a cardinal rule of non-interference. Who needs a drunk boat mechanic mucking ...round in their lives?That all changed at the Explorer’s Day party at The Reef. It’s a tourist bar – all glitzy fake palm trees and hula skirted waitresses. Pogo had to close The Shack much earlier that day to attend a funeral, so I’d drifted down to tourist area and The Reef to get a drink or two. Or four.I ended up at the table where Bobert was. Then I realized that the other Angel was probably choking as well. I pulled out and pushed the limp one over.They rolled together. The bottom one still sucking the top one's dick. His eyes were clinched shut, but I could see tears leaking from them.I lifted his chin - probably too roughly - and sucked the cum out of his mouth. As soon as I let him go, he began coughing.I enjoyed my Angel-jizz snack.After a minute, the one stopped coughing and the other one moaned.It must have been an actual. So don’t you DARE let me catch you doing that. Got it?”“Got it!” the children crowed together before almost skipping out of the room.Once they were gone, Ted turned to Cassandra and, without bothering to keep his voice down, began to voice his concern.“Since the court order forbids any communication between the kids, we have to hope that it doesn’t occur to them to leave each other notes in the treehouse.”“Where in the treehouse could they hide messages?” the woman asked, also not bothering to. And then the Gunny had a moment of remorse. What if it wasn't nearly that much and Lenore paid for this from her own goddamn savings from before she met me?"Tonight, Lenore, I gotta show you all the bank accounts and where all my money and crap is."He was looking out the window at the yards in Oakland, but caught her pleased smile out of his peripheral vision.20:45 Tuesday, August 6th, 1991Crystal Gateway Marriott1700 Jefferson Davis HighwayArlington (Crystal City), VAThe Admiral stayed.