PRED-149 I'm still on the job... and I'm in the middle of a summer page... with a song, a song and a song.

In order to arrest the illegal drug sellers, the search officer, the peach flower, and the younger men, ambushed each other, and the sweaty summer and the abstinence of their lives allowed the desire of the peach blossoms to reach its limit... to lick the younger ones' lips, with wet meat sticks, to forget the sweat of their mission, and the sweat of the hot room, and the sweat of the sweat and body fluids, and the mad desire for each other.