. each one came up with something meaty and dripping ... he could see them swallow in the moonlight and grin at each other ... hair rough and shaggy a...ound stiff collars.They were man sized but he knew they weren't men. They looked his way but he must have been downwind and in shadows because they both dragged a dirty sleeve across a dripping mouth and bent to rip and tear again. This time ... when they came back up he could see the fingers of a hand, white in the moonlight, sticking out of the. “It doesn’t matter,” Gary shrugged. He had a slow southern drawl. He was obviously a Georgia native. He was a balding, heavy set middle aged white guy with a very deep voice.“What do you want then?”“I want it to stop, Victor.”“How about I set you up with a blowjob from any of my girls, you pick,” he invited Gary into the motel room.“Jesus, Victor. You guys have really tore up this room,” Gary looked around at how the beds had been moved, mattresses were on the wall and a makeshift table and. Of course we almost immediately stopped talking and started jogging. The campus was fairly flat so again we finished with a burst up and down the chapel steps. I hadn’t run since the previous Wednesday - in fact my legs had ached for days and I’d only just recovered really - so it was almost as punishing as the last time. And again I jogged next to Sarah, and again she smiled that beaming searchlight smile at me as fell into step beside her.“So you’ve got a thing for Sarah have you?” asked. .. the element of danger made me sure of what I wanted to do."Hey, Cory, how are you. It's Will Travers." Hi, Will. Long time since we've talked. What's up?" I wonder if you can help me. I'm trying to find out who owns a particular aircraft. I have the registration number." Sure, no problem. Let me have it."I read it off to him."Hold on about one minute and I can tell you what you want to know." Great, Cory. Thanks for the quick service." No problem, man. Let's see, here it is. It's registered.