What has happened is through no fault ofyour own; a terrorist has stolen your ID. We are not allowed to tell youwhat group he is from, but we are allo...wed to tell you that he is highlydangerous." So why don't you arrest or shoot him dead then, if you know who he isand he is so dangerous?" Because our sources think he will lead us to the location of twoterrorist cells in this country who are planning a spectacular attack onour key landmarks. If we arrest him, not even torture or drugs will. And I’ve been sitting here all night thinking about where this story’s headed, but right now I’m clueless. Actually, I think the last chapter got underway yesterday, but if I start there you’ll be more clueless that yours truly, so let me take the snap and drop back in the pocket, hit the rewind button and see if I can get this straight. A while ago, three months and four days if memory serves (but who’s counting), the company I worked for advised a bunch of us that our services would no longer. One night at the beginning of my shift I was approached by this guy. He claimed to be trying out for rugby and as initiation he needed to be paddled bare ass with a paddle. He told me he had the paddle in his car and needed to be paddled by a certain number of people. I told him I would love to help but there was too many people around and I had a lot of work to do.After a few hours he drove by and stopped me and asked if I would still help him out, since all the lots were empty and my work was. Stella pulled me to her and gave me a sloppy kiss at her front door."I like you," she said. "You're a lossa fun, funny guy."Then she giggled. Drunk as I was, my cock was showing definite interest, but I knew any attempt to fuck this goddess would end in disaster."Look, Stella," I said in a serious tone. "I had a great time tonight. Thanks for helping me out of my funk. I needed that. I'd like to take you out on a real date, if you're willing."She looked at me with a funny expression, then.