I would never admit it to them, but it was a nice change from what just happened. As I was lying there enjoying the feeling of his big tongue in my as...s eating his friends load, I fell asleep. When I woke up, my hands were free and I was still lying on the bench faced down with the shower running over my legs and ass. There were two men standing at the entrance of the shower room looking down at me. “What the hell happened to you” one of the men asked. “I was just attacked my two large black. ”“Can’t you call someone to let you out?”“I’m locked into a room that I’m probably not supposed to be in.”“Probably?”“Definitely.”“Dag, what do you do for a living?” Andi was trying to make light of the situation while hiding her disappointment.“I guess there’s nothing for it but to tell you. I’m a spy.”“And the government has sent you undercover in a credit card company because they are suspected of manufacturing weapons of mass destruction.” She was taking it well, but I had to be truthful. Interviewer: Where is young Clint? KG: His nanny, Maria, is reading to LC upstairs. Interviewer: LC? DG: ‘Little Clint’. Interviewer: I take it he is named after your late friend and mentor? DG: (Nodding.) My fault. When I first saw him he was bawling and waving his arms about. I said he looked like Clint with a bad actor, meaning myself. KG: I just burst out laughing, but I knew that he’d always be Clint from that moment. Interviewer: (Laughs). So, tell me about how you came to decide on a. Leaving him in-charge of arranging food and drinks, I drove his mini-van to pick the oldies. There were only three of them waiting for my brother in my father's house as arranged – my father, looking fit and athletic despite his 55 years of age; his best buddy 60-year-old Kishore – wearing his trademark baggy pants and white shirt and his black skin shining like it had been polished with wax; 70-year-old Rudra, another of my father's friend who is rather fat and ugly – he works in a tannery so.