"Are you going to be a reseller? That's a tough product to manufacture." No sir! Gene, my plan is to try to put together a shop that can generate enou...h product to supply my sales trailers and my customers. I think I can do it, now, I have to try. First thing I need though is a set of prints for all of the NASCAR vehicle fiberglass parts. Do you think you could help me get them?" Hell, Steve, I've got several copies of each car and truck, plus some copies for some other cars out there that are. Again. And for some reason, Mom hasn’t been around to cook dinner lately. Thanks.” He turned back to me. “Anyway, I told him, listen, don’t do anything physical to her. First off, she’s a woman. You can’t hit a woman. Second, she’s your mom. I mean, you just can’t fuck ... sorry, mess her up. Her. You can’t mess her up. Him? Well, that’s a different story. You know what I’m saying, Salling? You’re with me there, right?”He took a few more bites. “Anyway, I told him, listen, anything like this. I can hear the mans footsteps coming close. He is relieving himself at the urinal next to my stall as Jim unloads his hot cum into my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can. The man washes his hands for a long time. The mirrors allow you to look into the gap between the doors and the walls of the stalls. I had done it before myself. My heart beat faster as I heard the stranger walk over to the stalls. I pulled my head back to I could see through the gap around the door. He is a cop or at least mall. It was pelting down rain, with gusts of ten to thirty knots. I shut the door and made my way into the woods nearby."Be careful," Io said. "You've got no backup." I'm Zeus' backup. I have to go," I replied via my earbud pickup.Slowly, I crept up through the trees. Nothing. Then I saw him: A figure in a black wet suit, creeping toward the water, with a gun.I crept along behind him. I wondered if it was the S.O.B. who had shot me, or maybe the guy I had gotten the drop on in Florida. No matter. I.