The electronics conglomerate with a gadget a week that everyone has to have.He arrived at the office a week ago, mad enough to bite the head off a rat...lesnake. He was convinced someone altered his fathers will after the old man died. He said to call him 'Ace' and I said "Call me Mitchie."The senior Christopher had cashed in his chips while on his honeymoon in Antigua with his 26-year-old wife. Number six in his 75 odd years. A heart attack was the official cause. Unofficially, he fucked himself. The third figure hadn't done so well with the climb. A young Poet was lying face down on the ground. Anyone might have taken him for dead except for the loud wheezing that was coming from him.Of course the most amazing thing of all about the three was that I knew them."Hail, Phoenix, brother!" The knight in green armor boomed."Hail, Kimpo," I replied, somewhat mystified. "What is up with Beorn?"I nodded at the Kinsman sprawled on the ground before us.The little Poet was still prostrate and his. He gave me a cursory glance, then said to The Boss, “’Ello ya randy slapper. Long time no see.”I needn’t doubt that the two of them had previous, which was just as well, because with my swiftly softening dick out in the open I was no use to anyone. I tried to get back into character while The Boss turned to face the two men. “It’s good to see you too,” she said sardonically. “Who’s your friend.”“This ‘ere’s Dave,” the man said. “I’m showing ‘im the ropes.” Then he turned to the younger man.. Nevertheless, they didn’t like it when he completely instinctively looked to assess the next vessel to plant his seed in either.Honestly, he wasn’t sure about Taris he wasn’t doing more then going to a movie or meeting her at bars. The potential was certainly there, and that kept him up worrying what the right thing to do was. In college, old ‘Victorious’ would have ‘loved them and left them’, but needs change. Victor kept his physique thanks to Meredith but was shocked into middle age with.