The pole was painted white with a blue ribbon glued in a spiral all the way from that top to the bottom. One end of each ribbon was stapled to the upp...er end of the pole and the other end was held by the dancers while the older men and women lifted the pole and slid it into the pre-excavated hole. Forked lifting poles and willing hands raised the tall pole. It thumped into the bottom of the hole. Large wood wedges were hammered into the gap between the pole and hole until the pole was sturdy and. He didint want to alarm her and scare her away, so instead of yanking down the fabric in one motion, he kept moving his hands up and down her back and every time his hands hit the fabric, they moved a little farther down, moving the bikini in the process. Soon after doing this for a while, he was able to start to see the begining of her ass crack. His heart lept with joy knowing he was almost at his goal. So ge said out loud " this stuff keeps getting in the way to, would you move it so I can. She'd done what millions of other wives' had before her and manipulated him using the pleasures of her body as a weapon; refusing his love making or any carnal pleasures for long periods of time and only relinquishing in the face of a small concession on his part. She was wearing him down.It was an uphill struggle with calculated risks along the way, it wasn't easy but finally she was there, sitting across from her soon-to-be lover while having a romantic dinner for two; the setting was. They signaled us when they finished and we went in stripped down to our boxers and climbed into our sleeping bags. We had taken the portable radio in with us, and its mellow tunes played softly dispelling the silence. We turned out the flashlights plunging the tent into total darkness.I was just about to drift off into sleep when a hand tapped on my shoulder. A pair of lips started nibbling my ear and then a voice whispered softly."Care if I join you?" Meg, you know I would love to have you.