It was a thick piece, shooting its piss onto the base of a tree. The man looked at Connor while he was pissing: actually he was staring at Connor’s ...rotch while stroking his own pissing pud.Connor read the signals and started to walk toward the tree, all the while rubbing his cock in his jeans. Facing the man, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his 18-year old hog. He was half-hard, and the man smiled and joked, “Son, you got a license for that weapon”Connor laughed. “Girls are usually. There wasn’t anything particular useful on his phone in terms of blackmail or coercion.“What’s the chance that his blood relatives will have the same immunity to the Device?”Amy, Jeremy and Dana discussed for a minute before admitting there was no way to be sure.This required me to think a bit. I could try to capture his relatives as leverage, but if they were also immune, I’d just bring more people into the problem. But what were my other options? Shoot him? Unthinkable. I wasn’t prepared to. If you live in the USA, you probably don't even think about it ... we are all different colors, religions, heights, noses ... we are Americans because we believe in America and we 'get it.' It's not like that anywhere else in the world. While my friends in the USA know I am a Filipina, I am not treated like foreigner there either. I am one of them. It's not like that in Europe. It sure as hell isn't like that in the Middle East. It's not like that in Africa, where if you are the wrong tribe,. She and I settled into an unspoken agreement too- we would never discuss my ex-wife whenever we were together for our sexual shenanigans. That suited me down to the ground I must admit. I didn't really want anything to do with the unfaithful bitch so not even mentioning her was perfect for me.I have to say, I was full of resentment toward my ex-wife. The lies she had told in our divorce after she had betrayed my love for her; the way she had never offered an explanation about why she had become.