That should at least have cut the bugger down to my size.Yeah look, besides the little teenage shits who hung around the sand dunes. Sometimes there w...s the odd weirdo. You know, the sort who seek out places where the little children like to play hide and seek and the like; do I really have to spell out why? And of course to spy on the courting couples who came to the dunes for their own nefarious reasons.Anyway, part of my unofficial deal with the local police, was that I discouraged that kind. The students' clothing and the girls' hairstyles reminded me of something out of the 80s. Either hell or heaven badly needed a fashion update.Was it all a dream? Was I still on the hospital table? Was I still in the auto wreck? Did the wreck happen at all? The last thing I remembered was a big truck closing in on me.I glanced around. From the items on the wall, it seemed to be an American history class. Why did I have a vague familiar feeling?"Are you okay, Mr. Coleman?" a boy asked."Who's Mr.. The protection might well have been from the white cops.Since everything politicians do is to send a message, the site of the meeting had to be a message as well. If she was trying to make me nervous, she needed to come up with a lot more than a restaurant filled with black people. Give them all guns and it might work. Short of that, I expected that I was a lot more dangerous with the cutlery than any of them."Edsel called, she has arranged the meeting with Walter the money man for Friday at. You know how that goes." I replied, looking deep into Linda's sexy, blue eyes. She always had a little sparkle in her eyes when she saw me. And I in turn always had a hard on for her.Linda smiled back, licking her pink, full lips, and said, "This place has been so crazy this week, it's been unreal. This is the first time in two weeks we've had a break."I looked into Linda's eyes, and ask, "Where's J.T. at today?" My eyes wondered down to see her beautiful breasts.She stood up, showing her very.