It was a police program one he had been following, 45 minutes of watching the boys in blue, (now Black) chasing drunks, on a Saturday night, was enoug...h, drunks it appear are the most numerous items a man could find at midnight of a weekend in our inner cities, so it wasn’t the most exciting of shows. His beer jug empty he stood and scissors in hand returned to his wife, tired and whimpering now as her leg muscles tried hard to keep her clit from taking the whole weight of her body. He cut the. I had no desire to find out if that was true for a number of years.Maybe it was just the idea of the comedic value of the pictures. Who knows, maybe he had one that was a favorite of his and maybe gave him inspiration. I can say that I was inspired by several of the cartoons to the order of eleven billion dollars. There were no cartoons to depict surviving a nuclear blast, not that it mattered if there was, because I was alive.Alive and rich, with islands around the world in which I could work. It was a retro-lunch if there ever was one. I paid the aging waitress, left a two dollar tip and sauntered out onto the street. The lunch was sitting in a lump in the bottom of my stomach, warning me not to make any sudden moves. I strolled slowly down the street toward the houseboat rental office and was about to open the front door when I noticed the sign in the window. Closed for lunch. Back at 1. I looked at my watch and saw I had a half hour to kill. A few yards away a lane led to the. I peeked around the corner and saw that they were all naked, just sitting around drinking and talking. Ariel, another brunette and a blonde girl, and a guy. They were all about Ariel’s age. She noticed me and motioned me to join them. “Lee, don’t be shy, these are my friends. I’ve told them all about you and they’re dying to meet you.” I was the only one embarrassed by our nakedness as Ariel introduced us. Then the guy stood up and took the hand of the brunette. “Come on, Linda, we’ve got to.