There was little noise from the bedroom and eventually the first Nigerian came out and a second went into the bedroom.During the second fucking he hea...d his wife starting to groan; moaning, and then squealing in excitement. They Africans just grinned at him and continued drinking and chatting.The remaining two Nigerians duly took their turn with his wife’s excitement now clear and obvious as they both fucked her.The next night the Nigerians called and he watched them lead his wife off to her. It was like she has seen her long lost brother. She yelled as a schoolgirl (funny part - she would never do that at the time she was an actual school girl), and rushed into my arms.She was tipsy, as I noticed that her hug was a bit too tight, and free for the K I knew. Where are you?You live in Belgrade?You got married?Why not? I never see you visiting your parents in the countryside.You look incredible, when did you cut your hair?After college?You are saying that we didnt see each other for. Peeking through the crack, she observed that her mom’s side of the bed was empty. She couldn’t tell for sure about her dad, but he often watched TV from his recliner, half embroiled in a book. She couldn’t see the chair through the 1/4” wide crack. She tapped lightly on the door.“Can I come in?” She pushed open the door, dreadfully certain of what she would find. The bedroom was empty.She repeated her earlier search, this time accompanied by Dad’s Remington shotgun. She had never fired it. With a shrug of incomprehension towards each other, they followed the growing crowd. A swell of bodies began as rivulets from the small side streets and grew into large rivers of bodies streaming towards the center square. The excitement was palpable, as the entire city seemed drawn to the main square.Sardaford maintained a large square deep in the heart of its Byzantine lanes. The temple anchored the north end with flying buttresses and the governor's mansion with its ornate columns,.