You can start without me though,’ the tiny voice from the machine said. She tried again, ‘Mark, it’s not what it seems,’ as the tears started ...slipping down her face. ‘I was so alone,’ she sniffled. ‘Lonely?! Bullshit, you’re just a whore that can’t keep her fucking knees together,’ he hissed. ‘I found videos of a goddamned duty night for fucks sake and you were ‘LONELY?!’ Mark appeared next to her, animosity radiating, as he picked up their wedding picture bringing it to her face. She flinched. The sun had gone down by the time we got across, but the man said there was a place to camp about a half a mile ahead.At least on that he wasn't lying to us. I left Millie riding Sin and got off and started throwing any dry wood I could find on the farm wagon as we went. By the time we got to the camping spot, we had enough for the night.March 8, 1845We made better time the next day. It was a little hilly when we started out, but soon we were into flatter country. We had also left the marshy. Anyway as I'm laid there with my JD in one hand perving on the slim toned beauties by the pool in their skimpy bikini's through my mirrored sunglasses i notice her husband go to get them another drink out of the corner of my eye. Thinking nothing of it I carried on lounging around when I hear a voice say in a thick German accent "so I see you had a shave before you came back to the beach yesterday". Slightly red faced and in shock that someone from our hotel saw us I said "yes I felt a bit self. There were two beautiful north Indian girls named, Naina and Amisha, along with many others. I mentioned those two particularly because they were the hottest among them. Fortunately and luckily, they both were sent to me for knowledge transfer (the term used in IT industry for sharing information regarding work). I was supposed to teach them about our project. Naturally, we became friends and used to spend a lot of time together. I found them a house nearby since they were new to this place. So.