Do I think she’s a slut. I’m just trying to weasel out of my responsibilities ... blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.I’m not really mad. I’... kind of embarrassed for her. But since she won’t shut up and the neighbours can hear all of this, I ask her to step back inside and sit down. She sits on the sofa and calms down a bit. She is glaring at me with all the moral self-righteousness that only a woman can muster up. She thinks she has me trapped. She is 100% convinced her plan has worked. Oh,. It was 1974. I was an early-thirties, white, Vietnam vet who’d gotten a doctorate and was working at an educational R&D lab that prepared inner-city kids for employment. The job now bored me, having evolved into a bureaucratic sinecure. Unlike her curvy, 5’4′ Filipina sister who’d inherited many Spanish genes, my girlfriend Tess was more ‘Asian looking,’ – a rather angular though willowy woman at 5’7′ with true almond eyes – a grad student in music ten years my junior, and an already. We take a sit next to them as they mentioned that her husband and son would not be attending church. So with that information, that they would be alone we begin our move to see what these two woman will allow us too have. Like you said nothing tried, nothing gained. Just as the sermon began Billy and I had somehow started to lick and eat their pussies, now we did not really know what we were doing down there, but they seem to not mind at all while we enjoyed drinking their sweet juices and I. It had been decided that Larry, myself and Will would go on the first mission. Kelly wanted to come but then that would mean bringing Kat, and then Jen and Katie would want to tag along. So we set off with instructions to be careful. We had taken some flares with us and had agreed that a green flare would mean OK and a red flare would mean 'help'. As the distance was only about four miles as the crow flies, a lookout on the train would see them. We would let off a green flare every hour. Graham.