I glanced at the clock on the wall and I saw that only twelve minutes had passed since he began this degrading exercise. I still had forty-eight minut...es to go!He stood up and started unbuckling his belt. I just stared at the clock until he said, "Okay bitch, go over there and bend over your desk and stick your ass out for me."I was afraid that he was going to try to stick that fat cock in my ass but he didn't. He stood behind me and kicked my legs apart and I felt him guiding the head of his. As with Bracken before him, no one noticed the blood on the back of his head.Stu was now second-in-command of the remaining militia and the sole military adviser to Colby.The community center was quiet but restless as 10:00 approached. Most of the Garden Hill residents were sleeping downstairs, either in the cafeteria or the adjoining rooms. They were laid out on the floor, covered with blankets, their heads on pillows, their bodies tossing and turning on the edge of slumber. They tended to be. He had recently told a neighbour that every day's a Saturday when you're retired, except Sunday of course.By this stage, Stephen had been jogging for around forty minutes since he left his car near one of the entrances to this nature reserve. Consequently, he had worked up a reasonable sweat, on what was a warm, sunny autumn day. It was cloudless with little or no breeze, which made it seem hotter than it actually was.As usual, when he was jogging, he was only wearing a t-shirt, shorts, briefs,. “Both are great. You need a refill?” I asked. He nodded and I brought the almost empty pot to the table. I poured him the rest and turned off the Mr. Coffee machine. I sat back down at the table and looked at him thinking, he can’t be real. He was so handsome, so sweet, so romantic and so thoughtful. He had to be that one in a million men that was a dream come true for me. “I should get you home now Clark. I have things to get ready for us for tonight. And I’m sure you have things to do to.