. it's what we've been doing. I've read stories on the Internet about guys like me... you know guys that like to watch their wives with other men. The... always seem to be... to be... you know... wimps!"Janice looked at Tim startled."Do... do you think I'm a wimp?" he asked suddenly."Lord no!" Janice said with amazement in her voice. "That thought has never occurred to me," she added. Then, suddenly she understood. It was the "male" thing, the pride of ownership, and maybe ego. She hugged Tim to. He was not carrying a pistol or dirk. "Go ahead," I said to him, "the poor girl's waiting." No," he squealed, "I won't. It's disgraceful." One for me," I said, taking a quick kiss with my paw on her chin, as we heard some sort of scuffle from the adjoining room followed by what was obviously a blow and then the thump of a body hitting the floor. The sounds from the next room included giggles and the groans of a rope bed taking on some weight."Lady's choice," I said, smiling at the girl who sat. Christine Jones was the name of the blondebefore she was captured by this band of nomads in the year 1876. Now she wasthe property of Shiek Omar who she had insulted by slapping his face as heapproached her in her tent with the intent to sexually assault her. She wouldpay dearly for this mistake. Shiek Omar ordered her to be publicly whipped withthe camel whip. He ordered 50 lashes to be laid on after which she would beused as an animal to turn the waterwheel ?which provided water for his. "That's not funny Blake. I'm serious." Me too," he snickered. "Be right back."Meg grimaced. He MUST be joking.Heart thumping in his chest, Blake skipped through the dimly lit house toward the front door. He quietly opened it a crack and whispered into the night. "Justin?"He heard a faint whisper back. "I'm here." Blake stepped out onto the porch, nude but with no prying neighbors able to see him, and closed the door softly behind him. Justin emerged from the bushes, barely visible to Blake in.