“Tomorrow. One PM. Don’t be late,” she exclaimed, rhyming off the expected cliché of a Laurel Canyon address. She was gone before I could utter... a word of protest. The fact she expected me with zero consideration of my own schedule just irritated the fuck out of me. I was already dreading every moment.Twenty-four hours later I stood on her doorstep, somewhat disheveled from a late night of absinthe and superb indica. Reluctantly I rang the doorbell, hating myself for my own greed and debauchery. Will’s. A thin, Nigerian woman just turned forty. Raised her son as a single mother after becoming pregnant by an Irish priest in Nigeria. An admirer of Vicar Alfred’s, whom she trusts a great deal. OTHER DEANERY VICARS: Roberta Okoye of St, Barnabas, a short, skinny Nigerian in her early 40’s with a few flecks on white in her short black hair, Beatrice Williams of St. Paul’s, a medium height, pleasingly plump woman not yet 30, whose dark brown skin, dark brown eyes and dark hair betrays her. And, once he has us in his hands, he might not want to let us go. Where's KeeBar?" Away for the night. He and Thanna have been spending a part of their time at Village Kee, acting as gobetweens for me with Chief Kee." How good are your relations with Kee?" Very good. He and his advisors were horrified, of course, by the war with Pleorran. It posed some very nice questions for them, of whom to follow. It was KeeBar who tipped the decision in our direction, telling Chief Kee that we were the true. Poppas got a present for you!”I suppose I had known from the time Rene’ came into my life as a charming completely loveable 9 year old that one day I would wind up here, guiding her head with my hand as she moved her head up and down sucking my cock like it was a candy cane. She and I had hit it off from day one and she was always hanging onto, hugging or kissing me just like any affectionate child would….except a little more so. Over the years her child like acts of affection had become more.