I kept glancing at him, and I was trying to see if there was a tell-tale bulge in his sweat pants. He looked up one time and caught my eye, and nodde..., acknowledging that there were some good bargains in the store. It is a little unusual to strike up a conversation with a stranger in a store, but he seemed very pleasant. I couldn’t help but wonder if he saw me looking at his crotch area. We began to discuss some of the products, and because I was feeling so comfortable with him, and since I. Occasionally one would look up and say something like “The 1812 Overture was written in 1812 wasn’t it?”“No,” he’d shout from the other room “1882”Or “When did Apple sell their music business to the Beatles then”“What? You aren’t serious? Apple – the record company predates Apple the computer company and sued them for copyright ... or trademark, I forget ... infringement anyway.” he’d said “What subject is that?”“Oh, it isn’t. I got distracted on Wikipedia. How come you know so much?”“I read. ...I love, how wet I get when I know I have succeeded in hauling my victims in.....This park has excellent spots for it. They are my secret 'hot spots'. Like the, for the eye, somewhat hidden bench under the big Willow, down by the lake. I decide to head for the lake. Its not that far so I start jogging and slowly increase my pace. I was still exhilarated from fucking Johny I guess, because I had not noticed the guy that had been running behind me for at least ten minutes, I later learned. I. And..."UUUUUHHHMMMM!!!!" I never expected you would meet me, Steve - I thought you were in Belgium training your new acquisition." Charles grinned at the distracted expression on his friend's face. "News travels fast, particularly when a senior council member tells the Defense Secretary to go screw his disarmament treaty in order to devote his time to his latest slave!" The motorcade swept through the security gates and joined the freeway without slowing. One good thing about the Brits, Charles.