"You got us dead to rights." Stand where you are, now," Bob demanded. "I'll come to you. Keep them covered, boys."Bob came out to where they'd dropped...their weapons. He collected them and placed the handguns on a handy rock and leaned their rifles against a handy tree. He placed his own Winchester there, too, and stepped forward.He got to about five feet from the taller of the men when the man whirled, pulling a knife. A quarter of a second later, the man was lying on the ground, writhing in. After all, he knew exactly why I was setting there with them. He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three of us were!I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last. Ralph realized he hadn’t yet injected the heroin. He was too full to shoot heroin after eating half of a sausage mushroom and extra cheese pizza. Ralph’s cellular phone rang. “Hello” said Ralph. “This is Ralph on my cellular phone.” “Hi Ralph” said the female voice on the other end. “This is Debra.” It was Debra, a girl from Ralph’s “Tell a Friend the Truth” church group. “I’m calling you on your cellular phone to tell you I think I’ve noticed you looking at me at church.”. You bastard you really know how to turn me on.I smiled and began soaping my swollen cock. I slowly washed it. I didn't want to come today.After bathing I retired in my new silk pyjamas and kissing mistress goodnight went my separate way.The following morning with the doctor in mind I dressed as adrogenously as I could. I had no male clothes left so skinny jeans, white boy shorts, no bra but a spaghetti string top, with a denim shirt and a blouson jacket. Short white socks and plain white.