’ ‘Can’t I make an appeal to a higher authority?’ ‘Yes, I know that story. ‘A Matter of Life and Death’. But that was just a film – fi...tion. This is reality and I am the higher authority.’ ‘You’re a figment of my imagination. This can’t be true.’ ‘Why do you want to cling so tenaciously to life, Ian? Surely it’s a mess. Your wife has left you….’ ‘How do you know about that?’ ‘I know everything. And your job is on the line. You drive everybody hard to the point where they hate you because you. I have never sucked a dick before so I don't know what to do. That seems to be fine with him though because he makes sure I don't have to do much work. He places his hands behind my head and slams my forehead into his lower stomach over and over again, forcing himself further and further down my throat.Just when I start to get the hang of things and begin to enjoy the clean taste of David's cock (David was adamant about keeping up on his hygiene, as I soon found out), he leans back and –pop–. If he agrees to this," I went on, "you have important work to do. First give me your assessment of Pete Shankly. If you think he is trustworthy I may be able to help him. Secondly get him to give you a sworn statement of what he told you and his assessment about the others. Lastly I want you to try and get a statement from that so called friend even if you have to blackmail it out of him.Give yourself time to complete these tasks and once you have estimated how long that will be, set a date for. Groves as usual was lying in wait.Debbie walked over to the fence."Afternoon Mr. Groves, what are you doing?" she asked a little bit sulkily.He looked at her for a moment and then held up a little figure that he was painting. "I like to make little armies, and I paint them in the proper colours."That sounds like fun." She muttered sarcastically.He narrowed his eyes at her. "I gather that your mum's off out tonight Debbie?" Yes she's got another hot date and she probably won't be coming home.