He lay flat, behind the Kevlar box, wondering if anyone was going to start shooting at him. Alan shouted, ‘Stephano, it’s Alpha. As you have proba...bly figured out, we have guests. I am coming out with my hands up so you can see me. The second person joining us will be someone you know. If you do not put down your gun and move away from it, with your hands in the air, she will be shot, and it will be your fault. Do you understand?’ ‘Let me see you Alpha, and we will go on from there.’ Alan moved. It was something we were never going to agree. My time on the "Left Coast" (as my mother referred to California, Oregon and Washington) had liberalized my views. The studies I'd read about the use of marijuana for medicinal purposes had made me rethink some of the dogma my parents had instilled in me. Mom was still a dyed in the wool small-town Midwesterner. Drugs were bad; unions were good; and we should vote for Republicans for local offices and Democrats for national jobs. She might say that. It really drives Kathy wild. If you do that, Sarah will be putty in your hands. And don’t put your cock in until she begs you to.’ I was unsure whether I should go any further, but I’d already opened up to Bill, and since he was a good friend, I figured I’d broach yet one more subject. ‘I have another problem too.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘Well, um–it’s kind of embarrassing. I climax too soon.’ ‘I used to be that way. Maybe you should let Sarah give you a hand-job first. That should take the edge off. I was insane when you left me. I was insane when I was having all of those wet dreams. I was insane when I found out how therapeutic cutting myself and overdosing on pills was. But now? No. I’m not insane. I’m getting what you promised me.’ His stance didn’t change. He instead raised his eyebrows as he glared heavily at me, his piercing stare no longer striking fear into me. ‘Getting what I promised you?’ he questioned. ‘And risk my killing you?’ Len gasped, grabbing her husband’s arm..