Tarun kept talking to me and among the various things he asked me if I had been swinging, I answered in the negative, the conversation soon turned hot... Tarun asking me about my love making sessions with my wife and if I have had and still do have any girlfriends and what I like best and so on and so forth. The 40 minute drive to reach home made exciting by Pooja and Tarun constantly touching each other suggestively, while Pooja occasionally touching me too, the sight of her long beautiful. "Listen up, when it gets close enough you flag it down. If things go down right we'll be driving outa this fucking hell hole with some money in our pockets." What do you mean if things go down right?" Karen thought she understood him, but she wanted to make sure."This time we do it my way." He informed her. "No sir ... this time you ain't going to blow some guy for a lousy twenty bucks and a ride into town. I don't give a shit who's in that fucking car, I intend on driving away in it ... along. Thankfully, I can read lips. I looked up slowly from mydrink, to the guy with the offering smile, thegesticulating hands, the wildly flapping gums,desperation in his eyes, and I stood up. I said nothingas I put down my nearly empty glass and took his hand.I took my time walking to the dance floor, dragging himbehind, knowing he was watching my ass, and reallygetting off on it.We hit the dance floor and he immediately broke out inthese funky, epileptic-on-a-sugar-high dance movesand I had to. ?Is the problem your balls? You get too excited? Let’s take care of that? I made Mon put his left leg up on the couch, like he was doing ballet, and I did a neat little swipe and caught his balls with the cane, and he screamed bloody murder.Then I swung the cane against his nipples, and the tit-swat almost did Mon in, he grabbed his breasts, and buckled over, and as he fell I slashed his buttocks four or five times until Mon was crumpled at my feet, weeping bitterly.Then I tied boxing gloves on.