“Ah, Cook Brantley” he liked to have his position recognized“Yes lord?” I considered, how to phrase it and chickened out “never mind, I’ll...just be looking around”I was officially under escort, but nobody thought I’d run away. I think even the slightly dimwitted soldiers realized that I was having lots of fun with the women. They might not understand how I could bear to do it, but they could see I did enjoy it, a lot. Why run away? It wasn’t as if I was regarded as a threat.That was how I came. The train had stopped moving. I could feel the warm air enter the train car. But the train never moved. I then felt 50 pairs of eyes on me. “Oie! Ahh!! Banzai!!” said a small Japanese guy to my left side. I opened my eyes. “Zip!!! Zip!!! Zip!!!” 50 pairs of pants were unzipping. I heard 50 belts hit the metal floor on the train. I then looked around. All of the Japanese business men were whipping out there cock. I looked ahead. Her eyes were wide open. She then moved her hands. She cupped the. Looking around I didn’t see anybody that I wanted to hook up with so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a few sips a handsome forty something black man sat next to me and ordered a beer. Normally I wasn’t attracted to black men, but he was hot. He was 6’5 240 pounds, shaved head with an athletic build. I took another sip when he moved closer to me and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Marcus. ” I smiled, shook his hand and said “I’m Kathy, nice to meet you.” Marcus was dressed casually in. There was no shortage of male suspects, and Samuel Gil was just one on the sizable list. He had an alibi provided by his drinking buddies, but maybe not that strong. Fifteen years later, DNA that was originally found at the murder scene and ruled not viable had morphed into a new lead through the advances in forensic science. The DNA from the carpet beneath Mary’s body was now usable, and the police were engaged in testing all their former suspects.Samuel Gil when first asked agreed to give a.