In fact, we buried our dead comrade, and I said a few words over his grave. I felt the nagging guilt of bringing this man here and placing him in a po...orly marked grave. He was someone’s son and my name would forever be associated with his death; however, I knew it was a Raider that took his life, which was the only relief I could manage for my conscience. Each Wolf said their own words over the man too. It pleased me that he was well liked, but that equally pressed down on me, too. My men had. "Damm. Now, I wish that I’d at least copped a feel or two."She laughs, "Awww, poor baby. Please, be a good guy and drive me back to my car."I drive back to my original spot and, as she gets out, she hands me a business card. "Here's my number. If you want to see me again sometime, you can cop your feel then."I laugh. ”You know, I'd love to but I think I'll have enough trouble explaining this cash withdrawal to my wife.”Part TwoA month later, I pull into the library parking lot. I get out, lock. I bet you didn’t know that you are getting a lot of admiring glances from the men around?” I shook my head into my reflection in the window. To anyone watching it looked as though I was thinking about the shoes behind the glass. “I’d like you to squat down as though you are looking at something low in the window,” my husband said. I did as he asked. The position I was now in didn’t expose me any better to anyone but it did mean that my cunt and arse were opened and the air on the usually hidden. Let's call it a night, yeah?" Sure, Tony, whatever... but you are going to have to share the good stories some time, you know." A gentleman, gentlemen, never talks." He assured them, ushering them a little quicker than was necessary towards the door. By the time he'd gotten them all out, Marcus had the kettle boiled, though he was still clutching at his bag."It wasn't like that, Marcus, I promise." Like what?" It... Shawna and me. It wasn't." Wasn't? You mean it isn't still... not like that?".