“Jos, which law schools will you apply to?” Dale asked.“UC and Ohio State. I’ll also apply to Kent State and Case Western for security. I figu...e four is the right number of schools to apply to so that I ensure I get in someplace.”“You plan to practice around here, right?”“That’s the plan. We’ll see where life leads me.”“Mike, what is Liz studying?”“Accounting,” I replied. “She’s going for an Associate’s and she’ll probably find a job as a payroll or accounting clerk.”Liz brought our salads, and. The dark-skinned tall one was called simply Mister Green. He was actually half Mohawk Indian and had been in several battles of the French and Indian war on the side of the French. His opinion of the French is not repeatable in this account because it is most demeaning and crude in many respects. He was a “silent” killer with a pair of sharp tomahawks under his leather jacket ready to throw or slice a throat with little chance of the target escaping. Thankfully, Mister Green did not drink the. " I quickly switched from pool boy mode to massage therapist. I grabbed the bottle of oil and began to slowly work over her body. When I got to her lovely firm ass cheeks, I poured some oil in my palm and let some run over and drip into her ass cheeks. The oil worked it's way down her ass crack and across her ass hole and then I sent my fingers after the errant oil spill. I paid special attention to what she did with her ass hole as my fingers passed lightly over it and dwon to the very back of. Serving as a tanker and helicopter pilot during Vietnam didn't drive me out of the service, but the "hollow force" military of the Jerry Ford years did. Anyway, as I say, it was 1984, early on a May morning, when I got a call from an old Army buddy who had left service before I did and was working in the claims department at TWA. "Jim," he said, "we've got kind of an odd claim from a couple living near Mountain View, Arkansas, and I need you to get out there as fast as you can and try to head.