They timed their arrival so well that the RSM drew up behind the taxi just as the Hunters Hill fare stepped out. ‘Salaam Alaykum.’ The Arab turned...to greet a fellow Arab. Peter grabbed his shoulders and pulled him hard against his chest. Right cheek to right cheek he breathed in the Arab’s ear. ‘Tonight you dwell in hell. You have pig fat on your face and Allah forbids pigs. You used my wife and you came here to purchase her.’ Left check to left cheek, Peter continued. ‘The Angel of Death is. I still thought of him as a nine year old child, but that was in the past. He was a boy, grown now into a young man of fifteen. He would be almost a stranger to me, and I to him. But that would pass quickly once I met him again.And Nancy. How would she see my coming back? I had shut her out when it all happened. Sure, I had my reasons and they were good ones but would she understand them now? And what about what she did? How was I with that? While time had passed, so too had a lot of our plans. I didn't think much more about it. Then, a few days later he emailed me and asked if I knew what bukkake was. I looked it up and then responded that I did. He told me to park in a business parking lot in town on Friday at 9:00 pm and he would pick me up. He picked me up, told me to sit in the back seat and said he was driving me to the apartment of a single coworker of his. He told me to strip and put on the used panties that he taken from his wife's dirty clothes and put them on plus my shoes.. She put out her hand to shake mine and said, ‘Hello, I'm Serena, do come in.'I followed her in. The inside was as imposing as the outside. She led me into a large lounge and offered me a seat on a sofa. She asked me if I cared to join her in a glass of wine. I don't normally drink while I'm driving, but I was relaxed and said I would have a small one.Serena returned after a few minutes with 2 glasses of white wine. We made small talk for a few minutes before I thought we should get down to.