I am in the mood for a fantastic fuck tonight," she stated directly to the waiter. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money to pay when she i...terjected that she was so extremely pleased with the service that I should leave a 100 dollar tip. The chill was starting to wear off and it was a good thing as I brought enough cash. There was no way I was going to leave an electronic trail. "You may follow me pet; Alex is going to give us a ride back to the hotel." Who the hell was Alex? She is. We went into the house, stacked our beers in the kitchen and went for a wonder round. I remember seeing all the girls from school. they looked so different in their normal clothes, much older and much sexier.My mate had been up to his usual tricks, and had his next girl lined up before we had arrived. He had been chatting to her mates at school, and Louise had told her mates to tell him she wanted to be next and at the party she would let him fuck her.ANyway we had been at the party a good. "Maybe he is just relocating and dropped his phone," Wilson suggested."You don't do a voluntary relocation and leave your meds and toothbrush. If he is on the run, why did he take the family photos." As usually happens a thought came from nowhere. "The photos got tossed in the trash before he left. He is on the run and didn't want them to be used to identify him. But if he watches TV, he knows the cops can get a DMV photo. It wasn't cops he was running from. He takes the phone, then someone. Jim is a Boy Scout leader, our scrounger, and another avid outdoorsman. Jim can find anything, anywhere and make it work. Next up are Sgts. Harry Conner and Phil Dean. They are our EOD people. If it can go bang, they can either disarm it or make it go bang, depending on my orders. I have two Corporals, Billy Dean Grant and Gary P. Nutt. They, along with SSgt. Patrick Price, USAF, are my riflemen. Pat is my sniper. I had worked with Pat before on my first tour in the sandbox when he was a Senior.