Now, we didn't fight because we were mad at each other. On the contrary, I never felt better about my buddy Patrick than when we were both sprawled on...the ground, lips bleeding, eyes puffed up, laughing our asses off. For most of our childhood we looked like shit and our parents were always embarrassed when Miss Patterson, our school principal called them in. Patrick and Bobby were at it again. When we got a little bigger we began making some real scars, breaking both our noses and generally. " His dark eyes stroked the tops of her thrusting tits."Call me Viv... please. I made some inquiries around here and they told me you were the man to see about running a cattle ranch. I mean, I don't want to run one." She laughed softly. "I just want to write about it. I need some background information." Well, this place ain't mine. It belongs to my dad." But you sort of run it for him, don't you?" Her eyes were very wide and earnest."You might say that," Pete responded proudly, permitting. Lenny was mostly either drunk or high lately and he was playing his I-don’t-care card with a blank stare and a smile that confirmed he didn’t give a shit.Fortunately, the original coast enforcers were all immersed in the free booze and free pussy red carpet I had stretched out for them as soon as they got off the plane. They had shot up and trashed a classy suite at the Luxor in some kind of crazy bet about who was the better marksman. The fact they were using standard issue silencers helped. It's ... it's ... I don't know how to explain it, except to say that it's just something that I felt I HAD to do. It's exciting and intriguing. And it will definitely help me to get networked for after I graduate. I also believe it will help us when we get together for ... you know ... when we make love." Sarah, graduation is a long way off. You have four years to get 'networked' as you say you want. But with a group interested in something besides sex for hire, for God's sake! And we already.