This is 11” here. Could we get some lube—I dont think he can handle it”? He thought for a minute and walked over behind Cole. He bent down some,...checking out Cole's ass hole. He smiled, and said “yep—that's gonna be some tite hole” You—little fuck, get some lube” Tommy looks at me, and I say to him “nightstand drawer, by the bed” Gunman motions with his gun for Tommy to go get the lube. One of the other gunman follows him into my room. He comes back with the bottle of 'Slick” --aka slicky. I called Rika and told her I had to work late in preparation for the meeting tomorrow and then I called Henry Mansfield, our company attorney."Rob, you old bastard," Henry boomed. "How's you and that pretty little wife of yours?" Henry was one of those big guys who didn't have any concept of what my mother used to call an indoor voice. Whether he was dining a client or talking on the phone, he was always loud and booming. I sometimes amused myself with inveinting soliloquies he might use in. When we got closer we could see that this portage even had a dock. Things were starting to seem more civilized. The map said this portage was only 90 meters.We pulled our canoes out onto the dock one at a time without even unloading. Each couple grabbed the gunwales of their canoe, lifted and carried the canoe down the trail. It seemed like it took about 30 seconds to cross the little hill and reach Dickson Lake.Our crew launched our canoes and paddled south through Dickson Lake. It took 45. My mouth open in shock and my eyes open. David lay before me."A little help?" He raised his hand. Breathing again, I took it and I pulled him up. That must have been a mistake. He couldn't have been… Excited or anything. Not with his sister. Not with me. Putting the thoughts out of my mind, I pulled his arm around my waist, and we walked into the kitchen to discuss what we’d have for lunch.The remainder of the day was spent unpacking. At last, all of my stuff was either put away, hung up or.