"Let's see whose stuff this is," he said as he pulled my wallet from the back pocket. Now I'm truly mortified."Well, well, Martin DeBeers' stuff," he ...aid, reading my name off of my drivers license. "You're in deep shit now, sister. Martin is my next-door neighbor. A bit of a scrawny geek but still a good guy. I'm going to have to report this to the office tomorrow morning. Give me your student ID number." They... uh... I don't have one yet," I said, my voice quavering."Then give me your name,". . little problem earlier today. It's all okay now." Mark replied. He realized his kilt was tenting out from the erotic display he had just witnessed. She was looking back and forth from his kilt to his bandaged side. Then her eyes opened wide and she said, "You're him! You're the guy!" "Probably not" he deferred "Yes, you're him." she averred. "My husband is a detective and heard earlier of an attempted robbery at that little general store where the owner and a customer were both. I dragged her in to the toilets and closed and bolted the door behind us. Again I kissed her this time with even more anger as my cock strained against the fabric of my boxer shorts and work trousers. I stopped kissing her and stared in to her face for a sign, for any kind of look that said go ahead or stop but there was nothing just a look of contempt, or worse still boredom. Absolutely raving mad now I shoved Vicki down on to her knees and fumbled wildly with my own flies yanking down my. Sure. Ill see if I can arrange something, I said. * * * * * * * * * * The rest of our stay at the dig was spent working hard, repairing the slight damage the storms had caused and making up for the time we had lost. Liz and I worked side by side, but we both tried to act like our night together hadnt happened. There was only the occasional smile or long look, and I think we did a pretty good job of looking innocent in front of the others. * * * * * * * * * * On my first night back home with.