. do you still communicate with your Asian friends?”“Yes. The few who escaped your massacre.”“Not mine.”“Yours. As heads of state. Generat...ions have hated you. Most assimilated with a large tribe, north of China, who grow strong. The Mongols. Xo, the other eternal, has a presence there, but I think not as much as he would like, and with this massacre, their independence may have fearsome repercussions. I have a feeling even Xo worries about these people.”“Should we worry?”“We have something more. Then came a surprise. Pat put a black garter belt on and then black stockings.I had always liked Pat in a garter belt and stockings, but she hadn't worn them for quite a while.Next was a black skirt. The skirt had a slit up the right-hand side that went past her stocking top. From a hanger, Pat got her white blouse and put that on. She turned to face me and asked, "What do you think?" Great," I told Pat, but at the same time, a cold shiver went down my spine. I had a flashback. Pat was wearing. She got off again and then I just propped her legs over my shoulders and fucked her with wild abandon. Finally, I had some release. Once we calmed down again, she asked me to make some drinks. In the closet where we had always kept alcohol, I found a half-gallon bottle of vodka that was half empty. I made a couple of vodka and cokes and rejoined her in bed, she gulped hers down.We continued making love (see my problem?) and at one time she got up on her hands and knees and said, “Fuck me in. He is shaking. It wouldn't surprise me if his water works are working about right now."No, Don. I didn't realize she was your friend." Consider this a warning. Everyone on this bus is my friend, as far as you are concerned. Do you understand what I am saying?" Yes, Don." Well, go to the back of the bus and act your age."I watch him scurry to a corner seat. The young girl had watched the interchange. She now has a bewildered look in her eyes. Then, I ask."May I sit beside you?" Yes."Her voice is.