”Carolina nodded but only listened with half an ear, when she pulled out the short note from the envelope. It was a cheque. Not the usual birthday-v...ucher, but a real cheque, made out for a sum that made her head spin. “What...” she started stuttering. “That’s ... for me?”Her mom just shrugged again. “He probably thought, now that you’ve come of age, you need some seed money,” she remarked succinctly and emptied the wine glass.Only a few days later, Carolina stood in the animal shelter. She had. ’ Moe motioned to Metzger’s hidden hand. ‘You sure you want to do that, Mac? A butcher might be able to slice and dice at night with no one around, but a smart man might think twice on a busy street like Vine. Unless that man is sure there’s nothing but friends or blind men as witnesses.’ A glance around showed an easy five or six people within earshot. Metzger eased his hand from his pocket but kept it close to his hip. Then he decided to play dumb. ‘Who are you, Mac, and why should I want to. He tells me to get on my knees and pulls his cock out. He was already hard since I had been rubbing it through his pants. I start to suck it and it felt so good feeling his cock poke at the back of my throat. I was running my hands all over his body and I could tell he was loving it. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and grabbed him by his ass and pulled him towards me. Pushing his cock so far into my mouth it made me gag. I backed off, caught my breath and went back to it. He then asked me. I did, and the fire went out, maybe I should have thought of that in the first place.I placed the soggy remains of the kitbag in the drying room, cleared up as much of the mess on the landing as possible, then went back to my pit and slept like a log.Came the dawn and I had to report to the squadron orderly room the use of extinguisher fire, type soda-acid, quantity two. The office was presided over by Flight Sergeant Arthur Lenz, a man whose presence filled me with dread and whose intimidating.