Then a strange atmosphere descended across the two of us, as throughout the rest of the journey to Nice airport we hardly spoke to each other, and whe... we did it was bordering on monosyllabic. Later on it became obvious why, as in my case throughout the journey I was nursing a raging hard on that would not seem to go away.When we arrived at Nice we were met and escorted to a queue of fellow conference delegates, who one by one got on one of the two coaches. When it came to our turn to get on. I was at the time sleeping in a shed in my parents car port after having another (one of very many) run in with my father. He would boot me out and my mother would fix up a bed in the shed for me until things blew over. He would go to work I would go inside shower and change clothes. The hardest days were on Sundayís I would have to sneak out early and disappear for the day. I usually would head to the library or hitch hike into Seattle.On this particular Sunday I decided to go into. He would pull out and push randomly and sometimes he would enter the ass and and other times the cunt. She was at the height of eatacy and groaning hissing and shrieking at his every push not knowing which of her holes would be ravished and when.‘Come into me now you son of a bitch. You sadistic devil…. Why are you not ending this agony and estacy???My holes are done for the next month now. Pleeeese end this torture, pleeese ” she pleaded. Take me , take me now Suresh what are you waiting for ?. Why would you take anything that he said at face value?”“You got it backwards,” the man added ominously, “it was what he saw that drove him crazy.”“That’s enough, Jeff,” Miss Nelson grumbled. “You know that Mister Spencer doesn’t like you spreading rumors while you’re on the job.”“And what was he supposed to have seen?” Ethan asked skeptically.The janitor looked to Nelson as if asking for permission, one of the women covering her ears preemptively. It was ridiculous, these people were.