Reed says you did this one in a night."Mr. Reed was standing behind us. I looked back at him. "Tami told me," he said with a shrug.I looked back at th... committee. "I don't know if he told you, but we had a real friend named Zoe who was the inspiration for this. She died last year. We originally submitted a different play, a comedy/drama called The Basement, and lost out in the selection process."Afterward my sister, that's Traci," I said pointing at the squirt, "suggested that we should have. Suck it harder." I began sucking him harder and faster, taking his head to the back of my throat. He let out a louder moan as his head touched my uvula, and I pulled it back into my mouth. "Take it down your throat, baby." I took a deep breath through my nose as I fought my gag reflexes, feeling his fat head bend down my throat. It was painful and my eyes began to fill with tears as he moaned, repeatedly saying "Oh fuck!" I fought to get it farther in, my throat making choking noises. "They qualified for the Service Corp without using the loopholes. Their training will be different from yours. So they are being sent to a different training site."We soon boarded the bus. It was a greyhound with a bathroom in the back.It was an eight hour bus ride, we made several stops picking up other members of the Service Corp. In all we ended in a three bus convoy.During those eight hours Tony along with Mike, Brian and I became very close friends.Tony explained about how he qualified for. Nate doesn't know it but his search is about to end, because those shiny new shoes are going to carry him right into the capital of the Twilight Zone."A late model Chevy four door car stops in an alley. Two men get out and open the trunk. They wrestle a body of a man out and dump him in a heap next to some metal garbage cans. The two men, dressed in cheap suits and wearing fedoras, are obvious gangster types, They do not say a word as they 'dispose' of the body. The car goes out the other end.