That statement got me listening very carefully."The old man is going to retire at the end of next week ... and hand full control over to Salim"."Oh sh...t..." I gasped."Yeh ... tell me. I'm gone ... finished" she said in a hushed tone."Salim ... made a pass at me. I slapped his face and threatened to tell his father" she explained."I know he is going to sack me"."That little prick" I growled.Jodie laughed."What? ... Did I say something funny?" I queried her.She grinned before she explained. " he said chopping the sentence off before the lump in his throat made his voice break.But then there was a bump in Fred's road.Brenda, this is going to be hard on me, Fred thought."Hard on you? What about me? I vote no. Give the roses to your women. I don't want to go anywhere near the graveyard where my body is buried. Let's get started toward Callaway Gardens."A frown creased Fred's forehead as he thought, Brenda, I have to go visit your grave. I buried my soul mate there..."You buried my. As soon as the door closed she threw herself at me, her arms around my shoulders, and her tongue in my mouth. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her close, as we kissed passionately. We stumbled into her lounge and fell onto the sofa. She quickly had my jeans undone, her hand slipping inside to fondle my hardening cock.She slid off the sofa, and pulled my jeans and boxers down my thighs, releasing my cock which quickly disappeared into her warm mouth. Her freshly lip-sticked red lips wrapped. He had become familiar enough with Nina’s memory indexes that he knew many of them by heart. It was the same with all his women, especially Ellen. He had spent a lot of time in Ellen’s head. He thought he could probably bring up any of her memories on demand.He followed the nerve into Nina’s cerebral cortex, examining the various branchings. Finally he found an old memory that suited his purposes and energized it.“Oh, God, that’s Kyle, uh, what’s his name. Oh, yeah, Kyle Inglehart. I was.