I was feeling quite horny and she was dressed in a lemon blouse and a grey skirt, we made some more small talk.After a while it became obvious to me t...hat she needed to be fucked again. “Where is your husband” I asked “Gone to get the caravan ready he’ll be a couple of hours” she seemed to be leading me. “Your house?” she said “No”, “Where then” I asked, she thought for a moment and then said “In the garage” I said “Five minutes then” and she agreed.I had just enough time to go upstairs and wash. Well, actually, they were here to protect Bonnie's ass but they might not even know that. If I ever wrote an autobiography, this chapter would certainly be the most interesting.Sarah came into the kitchen wearing a short terry robe and her hair wrapped in a towel. She hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. "I'm proud of you, lover," she whispered in my ear."It was Jimmy who caught the bad guys." Yeah, but we might not have the bad guys or Jimmy either if you hadn't gone out there. To my way. I always hated them and if I could suppress my sperm production by doing a "vasectomy of the mind" I wouldn't need them. After discovering that this was easily done I moved on to other things.Could I detect the thoughts of others? I had heard that there were people who actually could do this. Beth said she hadn't had any luck with it and, like me, hadn't met anyone who could and wasn't convinced that they existed. I thought I knew the concept though. It would take some trial and error. I have just pulled my horse up from his final canter and happen across two walkers who appear lost and ask for my assistance as it is quite a remote bridle path. They ask me to look at their map but as the horse would be startled if I tried to look at it whilst sat on the horse I dismount to help them. As I stand between the men to point out their route, one of them grabs my arms behind me and ties them together with a cable tie, I shout out in protest but no-one can possibly hear me I’m miles.