Harry, had jumped out his second floor window, and was running down the street.Harry Wasn't wearing a shirt. He had on a pair of tan pants, but no Sho...s or socks.Little man, saw harry running, turned on the car, and hit the gas after him.I chased on foot, as did Slicky.Little Man, leaned out the car, firing with one hand, and steering the car with his other.Harry, ran like a fuckin jack rabbit, shooting back at us, without even looking.Out of breath, Me and Slicky, stopped running, and yelled. I probably shouldn’t have answered the phone; I almost didn’t. I listened to her pleading and crying with more confusion than at any other time of my life. She kept asking me to come out to Fredericksburg and spend a few days. In a somewhat cold tone, I told her I’d think about and get back to her. I heard a “please” then said goodbye and hung up. Later that night, she called again. I could tell she was scared and hurting, but what the fuck, I learned my lesson! I cut it short and told her. I guess it goes back to when I first let an older man suck me in the toilets in the park when I was sixteen. It was the most mind blowing experience I’d had at that point and when I finally shot my spunk over his face and chest my knees had buckled, I almost blacked out, but he just held me and stroked my head and back.A message popped up on the screen. “You look good in lingerie.” It was from a 66 year old guy called Jack. He had short grey hair, bald on top and a large paunch. The other. “Just hold on to them for a while, I’ll let you know. Thanks, you may have been more help than you know,” I said.I watched the CDs with the sound turned off. I wanted to be able to hear the company radios and the JBG aviation channel.At 1600 every reporter with a White House grounds pass was crowding the fence yelling questions. They must have had someone watching the roads. I waved as I went inside, ignoring the questions.Some things never change and it was a good thing. Both percolators were.