Kendo exprain. Wife no sreep with other man before Kendo. Wife think Kendo not so good for fucking. Kendo ruv wife berry much, wish wife to be berry h...ppy." But ... why me?" I snorted."Ah..." he nodded, "Wife choose Mike, wife hope Mike has berry, berry big penis. Wife say Kendo penis no good. Not so good to make wife berry happy," he grinned.I guess the world wasn't as big as I thought. Somehow I always figured that women from other parts of the globe would be different, it seems that the. And no, before you ask, I had to earn it fair and square; my mother definitely did not play favorites!We were coming back from a tournament in Kingston, a city a few hours to the northeast. We had done quite well, coming in second out of 16 teams, most of them much larger Universities. Vanessa, our shooting guard earned MVP of the tournament, and a couple of us received honorable mentions-including me! We were so pumped. We played in the championship game Friday afternoon and left right after. The men had the trail cleaned up of dead bodies before dark, so we moved just beyond the valley to make camp for the night. I supposed that it was a kind of apology, but Sgt. Brown had one of the men fix supper for me. To tell the truth, I really appreciated the gesture because I was still shaking from my scare. The problem was that I could imagine what the Comanches would have done to me if they had caught me still alive, and I have a very vivid imagination!We returned to the fort, though the. Once I had a gap opened up between everyone else and me, I swung a leg over as quickly as I could, kicked the stand out of the way, and pedaled for all I was worth. I went south down Silver.I heard someone yell, "Hey!" My actions must have taken everyone by sufficient surprise, because no one stopped me. I knew that as soon as the adrenaline wore off I'd feel weary from my battle with the demon, so I needed to keep the pump going as long as I could.We have a hard choice to make, thought Ursus..