There she was, naked and masturbating on her bed, having forgotten to close her shades. Just seeing those lush mounds awakened something in me. A fire...that had grown hotter and hotter as I aged.Sometimes, I wondered if I was still friends with the pushy Lana just so I could hang around and ogle her mother. I especially wondered that when Lana was being condescending or homophobic. And right now she was being kinda a cunt about Deidre and her sister. I thought it was kinda cute that they were so. .. as well as the thought of what she was about to do with her youngest son. As much as she hadn't minded sucking Bobby's cock – and as guilty as she felt about how much she'd enjoyed it – she knew couldn't do it again. She just couldn't. She could somehow excuse what she'd done the other day with Bobby as a big mistake ... but Bobby didn't see it that way at all. Quite the opposite, actually.As long as he has those pictures of me having sex with Duke, Judy thought nervously, I can't stop him.. "Well young troop, what are you looking for?" a voice asked from the engine compartment of the truck. At closer range I could see a set of tiger stripes bent over the engine compartment, working on something."Master Sergeant Sawyer said when I got to Bangkok to look this place up," I told the voice."Sawyer, hey! Isn't he still over there in Cambodia?" the voice asked as the person it was attached to continued to work on what ever the problem was."Yes, they leave there in a couple of days. Their. But to the probate court judge that will probate this will, I declare that at the time of this writing I know that I shall die probably before the ambulance reaches me and this is all the time I have. I declare to the court that there is no ambiguity in my last wishes. Norman Atchison, Esquire, despite his profession, has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Angela Holbrooke has been my lover, my concubine and I suspect, under the laws of the State, my common law wife for the last.