People like you keep getting caught in the crossfire." Then he shook his head, "I believe you deserve to know what you are involved in." I stared at ...him in surprise, not having expected that kind of a response. He didn't seem at all threatening anymore, just tired and even sad. He looked thoughtful, perhaps trying to decide what he could tell me. "My name is Joshua," he started, scowling as he did so, "and I am trying to keep that book out of the wrong hands. Have you ever heard of the. He wasn't an asslike so many of the jocks but still he was a jock, a Mr. Sportsmanthrough and through. But now here before me was a woman named Cindytelling me who she was and I was stunned.Staring down at the ground Cindy then started to cry and I didn't knowwhat to do. I mean I've never had something like this happen to mebefore and never in my wildest dreams ever thought out ahead of time whatI would say in a situation like this. Not knowing if this was the rightthing to do I put my arm. She lifted a hand in supplication, but he knocked it cruelly aside. He dropped down in front of her, taking fistfuls of silver hair that he brought to his face, inhaling deeply. He growled at the telltale scent of lingering musk that was on her. She was trembling, uncertain. “Richard, you're always gone so long... I'm sorry.. I just...” She was pleading, but his stoney expression silenced her. There was nothing but the sound of the lawnmower next door as he knocked her, un-gently, to the. This story took place at Christmas time. We had a few couples over for a small Christmas party , it was a well behaived party. My wife wore a skirt that came to her knees and a Christmas sweater with Santa on it. She had on red stockings held up by a garter belt and a half cup bra left her nipples uncovered. But no one there even noticed all that sexy underware. It was about midnight and everyone started to leave I saw them out well all but Gary. He came alone , he isn't married. He had been.