“You don’t look like we are good.”, Sara said while studying me intently.She must have noticed my disappointment. “It’s not like that.”, I...replied with a shy chuckle. “Its just… well… how do I put this delicately? But Jesus Christ, your pussy is loose!”“That’s it?” She burst into an obscene laughter, visibly clearing her face of all the worries and fears. “Well, you missed a pretty rough fisting session at the end of last night. I thing my poor little pond will need a while longer to recover,. John McClendon said absently from the passenger seat. He was rummaging through his medical bag, trying to find something. Matthews didn't know what and cared less; he was still griping about the rain."I been a cop ten years," Matthews pontificated, "and the absolute worst thing is the damn rain. People are friggin idiots when it rains, going too damn fast, forgetting their damn headlights, man, you just wouldn't believe the crap I've seen out there." Uh huh," McClendon muttered from the depths. They ran past by, recollected what they just saw, slowed down, turned, and gazed at me. Some whistled, others complimented Paul, pretty strange, and kept on running. Paul remarked I had passed the test, and proud as he was, he talked me into hiking bare-breasted, at least a stretch of the path. So I did until it was too cold in the shadows of the woods. Before I got dressed, Paul dropped the pants and sat down on a bench. I doffed the jeans too and rode him right in the middle of nature.. Dan rode in the golf cart with Ben and during the round they had some conversations. Ben mentioned that his son Mark was a genius in electric engineering having been awarded a PhD in that subject.Ben said, “Mark and Craig his friend, have applied for a patent on some sort of a gizmo that finds the frequency of radio waves of drones that are in the an area. This gizmo sends out signals which in some ways repel the drones. How it does this is beyond me. Once they get the patent they intend to.