Soon, I heard a knock on the door and I unlatched the door. The black man that I had made eye contact walked in. He looked me up and down and smiled...his approval. He was 6-4 and muscular, cleanly shaven head and short mustache and beard surrounding his mouth. He turned away and stepped out of his slacks, shoes, and Jockys. The guy was cut. When he turned around, I saw his semi-hard cock. WOW! My eyes popped out of my head. He was already 8 inches, cut and thick. I got on my knees. " So you are leaving," I said, the statement was meant as accusatorybut I only sounded scared. Right now Rick was my guide, in my shorttime as a Vamper I'd come to depend on him. Without him, I'd be lostand alone.He turned away from the fireplace."I visited Tulane today," he said. "I checked with the office first.The Registrar wouldn't give me any information so I had to huntaround for someone who knew you. Finally found a guy, Larry? Barry?" Barry James?" I suggested. Barry was a skinny kid. The lights stayed on but I saw no more. Somehow the whiskey bottle came out, and I told myself again and again that it was okay, that the woman I love had found someone that it was good, and I could bear it. Again and again, I told myself and hoped to believe it. * * * “Wake up sleepyhead.” I awoke with a start. My head was pounding, and my stomach shaking. The sun was bright in my eyes. I was still in the chair on my porch, still wearing my leigh and Hawaiian shirt. The bottle of V.O. sat. " I said tonelessly over the voice of the pastor, turned on my heel and walked away. Out of the family plot and out of the cemetery. I got into my rental car and drove back to the airport and got a flight back to Camp.I had gotten a guarantee prior to enlistment that my MOS would be Intelligence. But I still had to pass a few interviews and some preliminary training.So that's what I spent the next couple of years doing. I learned about gathering intelligence, analyzing data and coming to.