Richard felt himself blushing despite that and was searching for words as Sally arrived back with the first of their drinks."Dead right!" she said. "C...n't keep his hands to himself either." Sally!"Deborah pealed with laughter."Thanks!" she giggled finally. "I'll keep a close lookout."Richard's embarrassment was relieved by the appearance of the landlord, Jim."Hello, Richard! Getting a hard time from Sally?" Not half!" replied Richard with a grin. "Thank God for the cavalry! Have you met Deborah. He had to get out of the water. He knew had to be close but the current was so strong. Suddenly he felt it — mud right in front of him. He took a chance and put his feet down so he could push Jack up on the bank. He'd almost made it when a floating mass of prickly pear pads and cholla hit him in his side knocking him and Jack down. Another of the cholla hit him in the face across the bridge of his nose and eye brow. Scott was struggling to get a breath of air from this last knock down when. It was the same thing with my original moke driver, Georges. I made sure I kept him well paid and up to date. Paying him was all pleasure; Georges was in his middle 40’s, had a beautiful thick eleven inch cock and, could make this little cunt scream with pleasure. When he was off-island for a few days, he made sure I was set-up with another driver. The replacement was happy to be paid the same way; it made life simple. Like Georges, he’d pick me up after a ‘date’ or when he had some free time. They embraced and remained in a tight embrace until, weeks later, the Deputy Sheriff found them dead in bed. ‘They died in their sleep,’ said the Sheriff to reporters. ‘We do not know if it was accidental, suicide, or murder suicide but there was a kerosene heater in the room that had, obviously, run out of kerosene sometime during the night. They died of carbon monoxide poisoning.’ I remember as a kid when someone asked me how and when and where I wanted to die, my response was that I wanted.