Jonesy shook his head as he held on to his Suzy Q. He didn’t feel one way or the other about Hal, but a man who ran from blame was no man at all in his opinion. Even when he was arrested, he owned up to his part of the reason…you gotta have balls in life. “Now, I know I’m not the sharpest knife in the Drawer, but I don’t even remember anyone saying they needed codes. What about you, Frank? You recollect anyone mentioning codes? Maybe because someone didn’t send the order up the chain?”<br/><br/>Without a doubt, dear Hal was about to become Dearly Departed Hal. The impending doom was enough to make him feel a little on the horny side, and he’d switched grips with Suzy so he could hold onto her and slide his hand up and down her ass gently before he gave it a squeeze.<em>’Kneecap him first…Let’s hear that piggy squeal’</em>he thought with a toothy grin as he lavishly grabbed on Suzy’s ass meat.<br/>