"Have them fight the Chinese and Russians for us so that our own troops don't die and we don't have to feed them but can we keep their women. I just l...ove those Arab and Pakistani women, if you know what I mean," suggested a one-sided sex-crazed horny guy."How about we give them a certain kind of mind frame and even have them a certain kind of economy. You know, something like Thailand's," suggested by a Professor of Economics who spoke with a British accent."Yeah. Have their men become gay. She wanted to know what she was missing. Not much from my point of view, although the sex had been great. I slapped her on the bottom and said that I had to take a shower and get ready for work. She jumped up and came with me. We showered together, but I had to stop her from getting too playful. After all, today was a workday.After we were finished and had dried off, Carol returned to bed to get some sleep, while I dressed in some of the new clothes that I had purchased on Friday. I hated. In fact, there's probably a good few guys around who don't realise how much I taught their wives all those years ago!Anyway, the easy ones don't stick in your mind do they and looking back now, there's only one or two that are worth putting pen to paper for.One was a friend of mine, who we'll call Clare. This is a different Clare to my neighbour and a very different kettle of fish altogether.Now Clare was also a bit of a mature student, but still not as old as me and if I'm honest, she wasn't. There was drink in it, liquid, cooling, vital, merciful drink. She gulped desperately as he tilted the cup and poured the fluid into her mouth. Once she choked, the precious liquid spewing out, but he paused and put the cup to her lips again.The stuff was bitter. Foul tasting. She knew what it was now – hyssop, the herb given to prisoners before crucifixion. To lessen the pain they said. Once, lying on a dining couch, she had wondered idly why they would wish to lessen the pain. The young.