The mortarboard proved that. It was split diagonally across the top with one half blue and the other orange.Then I concentrated on the caption underne...ath the picture. “Toby Storm at his Nephew Tom Blake’s Graduation.” That one stunned me. Yes, no question about it, that was my ‘Friend’ Tom in that picture.I sat back in the chair, way back. It’s the little things that happen, if you pay attention, that can give you the Big Picture. Tom and I had met at college. Even though we didn’t hang around. "That's what the sheet music's for." I don't read music." Well, how do you learn what to play, then?" I listen to it. Then I try and play it." You play by ear?" I don't... maybe," he shrugged, looking to Shawna for support. "I just play." I just sing," she said. "We need to listen to these." You must know this, 'Breakfast in America' by Supertramp?" Maybe," Marcus said. "Sheet music doesn't mean much to me, and... I don't tend to get lyrics unless someone's singing." Fine." Hope cleared her. She had the flashlight in one hand, shining right on my dick, watching my every move. Her other hand was moving at double speed inside her pussy, which was so drippy I could see a dark puddle forming on the closet floor, half pee, half that sexy moisture that I love to smell and taste when I eat her out.She'd watch me for a few seconds, then move to the hole to check Sam's progress, then back to see if I'd cum yet. I almost laughed; she resembled one of those little wind-up toys from Germany,. When I got up he told me about the collar.“Pussy,” he said, “there’s a ring on the front and on the top for a leashbut more important is where I snapped it shut is a small cylinder about thesize of a Vick’s Inhaler.”Dick explained this was actually filled with an explosive.“The cylinder on your collar if detonated will blow your neck away. Don’ttry to remove it. Don’t try to run away,” he said.After that he took me to the perimeter of the property showing me it waswell marked with red plastic.