It wasn’t until we stopped the first night that my thoughts ... and the questions I had then ... became more personal.She told me about how to be �...on the lam” as she put it, and part of that was choosing a fleabag (again her word) motel to stay in. She wanted something as close to being off the grid as possible, with the understanding that one hazard that went with off the grid, fleabag motels, was usually off the grid, fleabag police forces, as well. She said that sometimes small town cops. Of course, I had no way of estimating the quality of the stones. Billy was starting to walk down the row of cases, looking at the other gems. I tried to remember if Tamara's ears were pierced. They were. I realized the earrings would look beautiful on her. I reached for my wallet.Bags in hand, we continued to wander the mall. Outside of one of the entrances, they'd cleared part of the parking lot and made a mini ice rink. Bales of hay lined the sides, with a simple fence of 2x4's and a shack. I was like a helpless prey surrounded my 5 predators. I was totally blank and lost.Suddenly, I felt something cold on my shoulder. Ajay had poured beer on my shoulder which started flowing down my body. The other guys also did the same. The chilled beer was piercing me.Then they started licking off the beers from my body. Ajay and Vimal from the back, and Kishore and Sandeep from the front. They were literally licking off every inch of my body – arms, nipple (literally sucking and biting),. Be still my throbbing heart!The raw music, the dimly lit smoky haze, the smell of excitement; it all blended together into an atmosphere bent toward secrets, intimacy, and sex.I stalked her with my gaze while she ordered a mixed drink, then nibbled delicately on a bar pretzel. She wasn't hiding in her dark corner; no, her eyes were constantly moving, watching, evaluating.There was no visible tension in her body; she relaxed languidly, fluidly, with an arm on the back of her stool, her supple.