As Arjun looked at my wife as though judging her level of arousal Iglanced at the stopwatch, another minute had passed though I wouldhave sworn it had... been longer. My eyes flicked back to the couple onthe couch as Arjun reached down and tugged at Nisha’s panties, withouthesitation Nisha raised her lower body to allow him to slide the dampmaterial down her legs and off. Now my wife was dressed in nothingmore than a suspender belt, stockings and high heel shoes, she was agorgeous sight that would. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do, but was horny at the thought.I went back on another occaision, it was a saturday. I was in the park and again, needed a piss, so I went to the toilet. There were older men at the unrinal pissing that seemed to slink away when I entered.Pissing, i looked at the graffiti again when I heard a voice behind me say "You like the idea of that, boy?" I finished pissing and turned around. The toilet attendent was standing behind me with his hands on his hips. He. " I understand," I said."I don't think you do, but we'll add that to the list of things we need to discuss later. We're here, is that guy leaning on the horn part of this?" Yeah, his name's Dean. He and his partner brought me. I'll tell you about that later. I need to talk to Britney."I closed the phone and turned to face my friend. She had finished cutting herself free and was standing picking the tape carefully away from her wrists while she waited for me to be done. As soon as I pushed the. I put my bloody shirt back on, and walked up the hill, picking up my hat where I’d dropped it about halfway down the hill. At the rim, I picked up the Remington and carefully looked over the rim of the hill at the wagon train.A small group of men were having some kind of argument as they walked towards me. They were still three hundred yards away, so I turned back down the hill after scooping up the .308 brass, and my empty magazines. I put the A700 and my M4 under the canvas cover on the wagon.