She lays down in front of me and starts to undress. She slowly wiggles her booty shorts off and I instantly get a hard on. She starts to take off the ...rest of her clothes, I than look down and I see that I don't have any clothes on either."I could have sworn I was wearing pants!" I slowly comment to myself. She didn't say anything, she wasn't much of a talker as you can see. She just looked at me with a puzzled look. "Never mind my pants, lay down and grab some covers." As she lays down and. ##23:40 Zulu (20:40 local) Monday, July 1st, 1991Transportes Saenz (Bus Station)12a Calle & 7a AviendaComayaguela (Tegucigalpa), HondurasFear was now the central component of Ruben's life, and he blamed Joachin. This bus ride was another step on a long descent into terror for him. They were on their way to Columbia, where Joachin would be talking them into some serious shit.Ruben knew Joachin's shoulder was ruined, and caused him constant pain. If he could get the bones reconstructed, he'd be. Just to save myself from looking awkward I bought myself a drink and sat down as far away from anyone as possible. I finished the drink in a world breaking speed and left, on the way home picking up a cheap bottle of wine to have by myself. When I returned home, I crossed pubs and taverns off the list, these places were fun when you were having a quiet social drink with family and friends. There was only one other option, hit the clubs alone, or the easiest option buy a toy, which I didn’t. And supper was delicious. A salad, fried taters and onions, and a t-bone steak. Soft piano music could be heard and the lighting was low. Marcia was surprised I knew of Chopin's works.A Baldwin grand sat in her parlor and I played her a few pieces. But she had ideas of playing a different tune.She was on the sofa with her blouse and bra off as well as her gold square glasses with those sexy half-moons and pearl styled eyeglass chain. I took the glasses and chain and rubbed the string of beads.