"Can I give you a hand? Need a spotter for that?" he asked.I opened my eyes, looked up, RIGHT UP THE PANT LEGS OF HIS SHORTS DIRECTLY AT HIS GORGEOUS ...BLACK COCK hanging above me. I almost dropped the barbell.He caught it. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said.I stammered some jibberish, I am sure, and told him "I was just finishing up, anyway." Good" he said. "Let's hit the showers."Oh my fucking god. Him? Me? In the showers together? I mentally slapped myself. Hard. Several times.He was. Clay lost his job teaching and Callie thought Bruce had something to do with it. When Clay relocated out west someplace, Callie went with him.Where did they go?I have no idea. Before our divorce, Amy told me that Callie went with Clay just to piss off Bruce for what he did to her. Amy seemed to think Callie liked Clay better than Bruce anyway.Damn. That sounds like a mess. Guess I don't want to have anything to do with old Bruce. Hey. Good to talk to you Ben, but I got to go.Take care, Tony.. I climbed up on the bed and knelt in between his legs. I grabbed it with one hand and leaned over, sliding the head into my mouth. He moaned as I started moving my tongue around. It felt interesting to have him in my mouth, hard and warm, a little salty, but not a bad taste. He grabbed my pony tail and started moving my head up and down. “Make sure you watch the teeth,” he warned. I concentrated on keeping a tight seal with my lips and licking him all over. He moaned loudly any time my. ”“Explain that. What exactly would be involved?” Sue asked.“Step One is to simply improve on discipline and morale. Dress code. Regulations. It’s like any outfit. Things won’t get better until people start behaving, and they won’t behave until they are told to behave and believe there will be consequences if they don’t. If anything, things will get worse before they get better. There will be some officers who decide they don’t like the new chief and will quit. That will cut the numbers even.