. thankfully, he was insured and paid more than m ... money for his stupid ass mistake, he was killed at the scene.”“Can I ... I ask the same thin... about your scars and how you got them?”“I was shot tw ... twice, once in the left shoulder and above my ear and dumped in an irrigation canal. The shooter thought I was d ... dead.” He removed his hat to show her the unique operation scars.“Oh my god, that must have been horrible!”“I don’t remember any of the abduction and shooting. The woman I work. We could wait until rush hour was done before setting off for Canada.We found a motel on the south side of Seattle that allowed pets and had a king size bed. When we had stopped for lunch in Centralia, Sally had used my laptop and the free wireless at the restaurant to look up places to stay and made an on-line reservation for us. Life is a lot simpler in the wireless age.It was hot in Seattle and when we walked into our motel room I was grateful for the air conditioning. It was too hot to take. But what harm could it do? We were both adults and this was a private place. I leaned down and kissed her and she kissed me back, heartily. I slid my hand up into her skirt and she slid hers up to my balls.“Ooh!” she said light-heartedly. “Well… don’t stop.” I kissed her harder and worked my finger into her pants, which were skimpier and less sensible than I would have expected.“So, not much adventure,” I probed.“No, we would never have sex on the sofa, for instance,” she said, enjoying her. At the same time, the music was now really thumping and that is when their party started. All that occurred up till now was just setting the stage. He started pumping me with deep strokes, very deep strokes, all the way out and then back in to the bottom of the stroke in time to the music. Someone turned up the music, and the walls seemed to shake. They knew the lyrics to the song and sang along with them. His pumping was so wonderfully steady, and I was starting to get so excited. I was.