"Hey! Monkey!" I yelled out at him.I shoved him back into the manure, "You think you can fuck my woman and get away with it? You fucking monkey!?"I di...dn't expect him to retaliate. It took me completely by surprise. He smacked me square in the jaw, I hit the ground fast, my world was spinning, I could taste blood."For months, I put up witch you calling me monkey and chico! Are jou listening to me?" he grabbed a fistful of my balls and squeezed.I screamed in discernible pain. "Yeah! I'm fucking. He asked a favor. He wanted to keep my panties. I had taken them off while we were sitting at the table in the bar. All you saw was my kind-of twisting while we talked. Rex had whispered, “Take off your panties and give them to me.’ I took off my G-string undies and passed them to him. I handed them to him under the table secretly, like a teenager would pass a note in class. Rex held on to them while we three talked. He sniffed them right under your nose. He actually had to swap hands to. If you don't, you can throw it awaySoIf you throw it away, You'll never know who sent it.You'll know that you have a secret admirerWho thinks that you might be open to somethingMysterious and erotic.Now lets say you read this and find it interesting.But you feel that it is maybe not your sort of thing.So there are several waysFor taking a pass on it.To make matters more interesting for the both of us.There is a way that you can find out who it isAnd still say no.And keep me on tether hooks for. Blind Man's bluff. Pass the parcel. All more reminiscent of children's birthday parties. More and more as the evening progressed and the alcohol took its effect, the games got increasingly sexual. By ten thirty several couples had disappeared and Robert went to bed alone. Tomorrow he knew would be more to his liking. They were to hike to a hut on the moors. Spend a night there and do an orienteering course the following day, returning to the same hut at night. Stan had it all planned, or so he.