One could easily imagine him leading his squadron into battle back in his army days. Mike was also an avid fisherman and owned his own boat. During th...e summer months, he would take the guys out on fishing trips on weekends when the weather was nice. There was always plenty of alcohol and the actual fishing always took second place to the drinking. Nobody seemed to mind, myself included. There were several of these so-called fishing trips that first summer I had worked for Mike. More and more. One of them fucked me and one of them doesn’t know a thing, unless they told each other. Dammit how did I get into this situation? I was losing my mind! Rita looked at me and saw I was going crazy. I decided before I blurted something out it would be best to get a conversation started. “Hey dad, can you take me to take my drivers test after breakfast? The U2 concert is tonight and I wanna drive us there in our new car.” “U2? Is that the band with that Bono guy?” “Yea, Rita got us tickets to. “He was also naked, but never once rose to the occasion. Two weeks later, his mother paid me fifty thousand Euros to secure my girl’s services, as a coach, at the arranged, unchaperoned, night sleeping with the girl arranged to marry him. I observed via close circuit cameras as he showed his future wife that he was able to take care of her needs before his own. When the two emerged the next morning, both were clearly in lust with each other, and he never tried to have intercourse with her. Her. The deaths surrounding him strengthened him as he wound through the Huntresses’ ambushes.The moved at night at a constant pace. They knew they wouldn’t be chased in the open lands between city-states so their goal was to pull hasty ambushes as they went north. By traveling at night, Marcos matched them. Slowly they all closed in on the mountainous chaos lands.That night, as the band he tracked passed the last enclave in the are before entering the mountains, Marcos found a tree to sleep in.