And at the same time realised that there was a big difference between being so totally turned on by it all and actually being able to physically hit a...woman. The whole thought of it was against my nature, so I contented myself with the fantasy and images of what a lot of people would class as perverted or at least in my mind they would. I pictured myself tying up my wife in nice silk scarfs and gently spanking her bum, the whole fantasy being toned down inside my mind so as to make it playful. A number of trucks belonging to the company were parked there. Several pieces of machinery were on the docks.Six work barges were tied up.In sight down river was a massive fuel facility.On the side of the river claimed as part of the Black Republic there was little damage except to white owned residences. The blacks had saved any thing that might be of use to their Republic. The other side was nearly totally destroyed.Tim taxied down river to the fuel site.Nothing had been damaged. Two large. Dan flashed a silly grin. “Butt sex.”I laughed.“When are you going?”“In about ten minutes,” he said, looking at his watch.I pouted, disappointed. Ten minutes was not long enough, and nor was it enough time for my ass to accommodate him.“Is that a no then?” Dan asked. He stroked my hair, down the side of my face, cupped my chin. His thumb settled in the dimple of my mouth.I nodded. “But, the sooner you go, sooner you come back,” I offered.“Well, at least let me check you.”He stood up,. They were also fun to be with, Fran perhaps, being the more adventurous of the two, whilst Clare was the more caring and compassionate. It was no surprise that both Ray and I should fall in love with them, and no surprise that two years later we had a double wedding.Within the year Fran was expecting. Clare and I were not quite ready for children and had decided to wait. However Clare shared in the preparation, going along with the parents-to-be, helping to choose the furniture for the nursery.