" Thewife said, handing over the small device before she madeher way up the steps into her room. Tim watched as his mindworked."Oh, Michael will see h...s wife, but he won't be seeingyou!" Tim said to himself, his hidden friend retaining hismorning erection.The rest of the day passed as normal, kids at school, Jillvolunteering, and Tina at the store. She purposely walkedto the Gap and flirted with the manager. Tim noticed thebulge in his khakis, and giggled as he left with Mark'sphone number.. As usual with any sensibly cautious outlaw leader, Hostler had chosen a hideout off the beaten track and hard to reach if you didn't know the exact route. In Hostler's case, the hideout was in a cave in a very high hill, virtually a small mountain. Had Hostler known enough or cared enough, he would have discovered that this hill was the remains of an ancient volcano cone, and the cave was actually a lava tube. As a result, the cave was long and narrow, with no branches. The cave extended back. “What? And you didn’t tell me!” she exclaimed.“You were kind of busy already, and the older girls are already over there helping,” he assured her.“You do remember the promise you made, don’t you?” she asked him.“A promise to a fellow Marine that I intend to keep,” he replied. “I just felt that today wasn’t an appropriate time to tell her about it.”“He promised Cezar that he’d take care of Juana and their children if anything happened to him. As you know, we already have you drop off extra food. ”“Mm, Bing Crosby,” I said.“You like him?”“Love him.”“I’m jealous.”“Can you sing like him?”“Not even close.” He tried. “And may all your Christmases…,” he began in a comically low voice. I elbowed him to stop. He laughed and kept his arms around me. I shifted a little, just to feel his prick again.“You like him, too?” I said as his hands felt me up.“I love Berlin. I’m going to be like him,” he said. He stopped touching me. “He’s a god to me. If I could do half the things he does…! Man. I will..