Tanya was mused by the way Pragya talked. She had that scornful smile at me. I remembered from what Pragya told me, she has a hell lot of feminist ide...ologies.Tanya: Deepak, you love her don’t you?Pragya: Yes, he does.Tanya: That’s not for you to answer Pragya. I want to make sure that he is not in for some fun, and god I hope he hasn’t used cameras.Me: I love her and don’t plan to cheat her.Tanya: Cameras?Me: Not one snap.Tanya looked again at Pragya and she nodded in agreement.The next two. Still, at the end of an hour and twenty minutes, his tent was up and ready.He then placed down the wooden pallets he had brought as a floor. After that, he put in the small wood-burning stove, that he had bought as an extra. Hell, he had gone all out with 'extras'. He had even bought the screened-in add-on room for the front of the tent. He had put it up, too. He also had a camp stove, which he used to cook on, outside of the tent.He set up a cot inside, moved in his camping chest with his. There were only a couple of older guys jerking off in solitude as they watched the movie on the screen. There are about a hundred seats. Seemed kinda dull, so I left. I came back a couple of nights later, it was a Saturday, around 7 pm. this time the place had about 50 guys watching the movie. I sat down and took out my dick. It got hard fast. I noticed a guy peek his head out from the door to the men's toilet, located down the sloping aisle, behind the movie screen. so I decided to. Interpol, yeah, that Interpol, had also never heard of the man, but they did get a big kick out of it all. The Dicker Man! My word, those damned Yankees! Those stories about this Dicker Man! Ever since they broke from the Crown... add your own punchline. There were many of them over there, across the big water.Go ahead, Mr. Detective, ask the Dicker Man his name. He'll tell you. It's Percival Oliver Whim. And he'll say it loud and clear, with a voice so clear you would swear it tinkled. Like.