He looked at me with tears in his eyes.“This was MY son.”Those were his last words before he pitched over sideways, dead.“Rory!” I yelled drop...ing to my knees at his side.“Paul!” A voice was screaming at me.“Paul!” Again.My body was being shaken. I turned my head, but I couldn’t see clearly. Everything was blurred. Then the voice again, “Paul!” More shaking.“He’s coming around, Opal Anne,” a voice said from the dark.“Paul?” a soft familiar voice said. I could feel the warm breath against my. When he was ready he descended again, cut the free end of the rope, and swam for the starboard locker at the stern that held the diving gear. They had one full tank and one partially full one remaining. It should be sufficient for them to salvage the boat's contents.The tanks and other contents of the locker were jumbled and jammed in place. He freed a mouthpiece and opened the valve on the regulator. It was one of the empties. He released it and freed another mouthpiece. He turned the valve. Sometimes the most vocally homophobic guys are the ones who secretly want it, so maybe there was a chance. I knew I'd have to go about it tactfully and carefully, and not rush things.As we walked back, I could see the hard-on poking his shorts out a bit. As we walked - no one was nearby - he quietly asked, "So...how much can you get in your mouth?" "Well, barely any. Sometimes I can lick the whole head, but I can only barely get my lips to it." I can get about an inch past my lips. Basically. Late last year?’ Sir asked.Gina nodded. ‘Yes, I remember that, sir. Why?’He smiled and said, ‘Well, Gina, the figures just don’t add up, according to Mr Gomez.’‘Of course they do, sir,’ Gina argued. ‘I checked all the bills of lading myself.’Sir nodded his head. ‘That’s exactly Mr Gomez’s point, Gina. D’you think he’s an idiot, do ya?’‘No, sir,’ Gina replied, ‘of course I don’t.’Sir said, ‘Then tell me why you’re lying about this particular shipment?’‘I’m not lying, sir,’ protested Gina, ‘I’m.