. i was BBC starved... i wasn't having much success.... i kept writing out there that i was a whit male from NY and i was looking for a BBC to suck in... public.. i was being cursed at and called all kind of names, but it didn't stop me....i would even send private messages to guys, and sometimes i didn't get any response, or a fuck off fag, and every once in a while i'd get a response from someone who actually chatted with me, who would be willing to get of sexting..... seemed most guy were. ”“With what?” I asked as I held the gun from his holster and pointed it at him. “You weren’t planning on using this, were you? I would think a dumbshit running this clusterfuck would at least buy a much better gun than this pawn shop discard. Oh, since you asked, you can call me Darren, as everyone else does.”While tried to figure out who I was, since he was not the sharpest butter knife in the drawer, I used the implant in my head to have my phone dial whoever was the head of this dumb fucks. " Yes, Sir! Right away," Baiffer replied. He headed in the direction of the scouts' tents.Pyar looked at Rohea and asked, "Will you be rousing the other soldiers as well?" No, it is only a few hours to dawn. We will wait for news of our scouts before deciding our next move."Pyar nodded and said, "In that case, I will continue heading towards in the direction of the dark magic."Rohea put a hand on her shoulder."It would be better if you left in the morning with us. If the scouts bump into you in. I managed to say something like that and apologized for not calling. Mr DiMartino waved away my apology. He said that if I’d called, he would have offered for me to bring someone else as a guest, perhaps my friend from school ... he clicked his fingers and Melissa said, “Her friend is Elizabeth Davidson, Father.”I figured out that in his own way, he was trying to make me feel comfortable. He was telling me that if I didn’t have Dan with me, then I could have had someone else so that I wouldn’t.