Speaking in a more modern language a man asked me, “How is it you come to believe that we would accept you into any of our houses based on some form... of linguistic trickery? Those who would bring death and ruin upon our families would spare no amount of effort to train an agent in our languages. Of course you would speak them clearly and with great skill. They would still be fresh in your mind. Is that all you have to convince us that you are not yet another agent brought into our midst to gain. I was wondering..." He got no further when the young man cut himoff with a loud Brooklynish voice."Hayas Harold. Lookin' for a Doimond in the rough are youse? Only adollah. Who knows mebbey youse can find what you've lost inside."As shocked as he was at the man knowing his name, Harold was even morestartled at his seeming insight."What? How? Who?" Names Bahkah. Bahkah by name and bahkah by game. Why ask why Harold?The answers to what youse seek are inside. One dollah please."Like an automation. The sperm was possibly mine but the picture in my mind was that it was his. She was so loose that I made her close her legs to give me the friction that was required to feel her."How many times did he do you? You’re so loose I can't feel a thing". "When you left we knew you wouldn't be back in a hurry so we moved into the spare bedroom. It was so long since he had sex that he went 3 times in a row over about an hour and a half." You didn't use protection?" We didn't plan it. It just happened. "I already have the hottest babe on the planet." You mean you actually want me to fuck around, Jim?" What I want is for my wife to have all the sex that she desires, as long as she doesn't fall in love with any other guys. I'm only talking sex here darling, not ritual suicide, or divorce proceedings, just s-e-x." And he spelled out the last word.I could have kissed the son of a bitch. But more importantly I had to make her see things his way, and pronto. So I did the only thing that I could, I.