By swapping every hour it gave Vance a chance to walk around. The first time he was only gone 20 minutes. The third time he was gone almost an hour. I... was sure he was sitting in a position where he could watch over my shoulder to keep an eye on what was going on up front.I understood why pilots always had books and magazines with them to read. With the plane on auto-pilot and computers monitoring everything else there was little to do, sometimes hours on end. I even resorted to looking through. It was put up or shut up time! He arrived two days later around 11am so I took lunch early and told the guys I'd be late coming back. I got to the hotel and went to his room. I was so nervous I almost chickened out, but I knocked. This older short guy in his fifties answers, he is wearing silk pajamas and has a semi hard on. I ask him to show me it, and he tells me to do it myself, the moment of truth, all those fantasies of sucking cock coming true.I fell to my knees, pulled his pants down and. It could have been much worse.”I sighed, remembering. It had been a long time since I let myself think about it.“Charlie came to see me four days later as I lay in my bed, and we congratulated each other for doing our job and surviving. He had sneaked a flask of brandy in, and we had a toast.”“To Angus,” he said.“To Angus,” I repeated, “may he rest in peace.”Charlie told me the funeral was going to be tomorrow, and he wished I could be there to help him pipe Angus to his rest.“What time is the. "What. The. Fuck!" she said. "What's wrong, babe?" asked Max. Looking over her shoulder, both men saw the mess, the broom, and their missing dinner. "Hey! Someone took a bite out of my sandwich," Rock complained, as he looked at the wasted ham sandwich. "Don't feel bad, bro. They wasted my PB&J, as well," Max said. "Humph! They ate my whole goddamn turkey sandwich! And...why the fuck does it smell like pussy in here," she said, glaring at the guys. "I don't know, Mama. We were with.