Nasty business. Very sorry. You must have had family back there,” Julianne spoke up.“All of my family was there until somewhat recently. I’m a s...abra,” Miriam answered, trying not to cry.“A what?” Ollie inquired.“Sabra. Native-born Israeli. My family was mixed, Ashkenazic father, Sephardic mother. But I was born in Haifa. It was the only place that I ever lived in ... ever, until I had to flee. Another Israeli refugee like so many others,” Miriam told Ollie, who blushed at his own. He had made it to his bed and collapsed heavily on it. She was pleased that he was had filled out in the way that mattered to all women, whether they wanted to admit it to themselves or not. She considered for a moment seeing if he was interested in a bit more fun in bed. When his eyes closed and he snored loudly, she decided he wasn’t. She closed and locked his door and returned to running her tavern.The market square was a scrambled mess. The city guard had arrived as folks had begun to. . I needn't have worried ... it was!After a couple of minutes he simply turned to me and said "God Anna you have the loveliest legs!! Sorry for looking but I cant help it"..."Oh thank you Frank" I replied..." Sorry if I'm embarrassing you, would you like me to adjust myself a bit?"He simply smiled and said " Not at all, if you have no objection, just leave it as it is Anna ... I saw a lot of your legs and a bit more when you where in mine the last time ... If you don't mind I would love to just. I had been crazy horny for the past week, and had hoped I could find someone to play with. I did find a guy who was also shopping in the area. I sent him my number before heading to the mall."Hey, I'm the craigslist top who emailed you." Was what his first text message said."Hey what's up?" Nothing much, shopping." Me too, where?" I'm at ____" Oh is that by ____ highway? I'm not too far away."We ended up texting back and forth for about an hour, we had a hard time agreeing on a place we could.