The meal was nothing to talk about. Carol, of course, sat next to me. Her kids across from us. Everyone else spread down the table. All through the me...l I could feel her thigh pressed up against mine, and every time I would turn to look at her , our eyes would lock until someone said something to break our concentration on each other. If you asked me ten minutes later what I ate, I couldn’t tell you. Outside, everyone kind of scattered to their own cars, leaving Carol, me and her kids standing. Inviting. I had a hard time tearing my eyes from it. I followed Ms. Roller Ball across this stunning room and up a set of white marble ballroom stairs that would have done any Hollywood musical proud. She turned to the left again.In front of us was a hall way, with dark wooden doors alternating on each side of the hall, three doors to a side.At the second door on the left, she opened the door and swung it inward. She gestured lazily with her hand and said, “This is your room. There are clothes. Diplomatic men are not stoned and dragged out of the city gates, or assaulted by furious mobs. Have you ever suspected that gentler words might gain you more friends? I enclose a copy of Dalius Carnagus’ book, ‘How To Win Jews and influence Greeks.’ In one of your letters, you refer to yourself as ‘Paul the aged.’ Our new mission policies do not envisage a surplus of superannuated recipients. We understand that you are given to fantasies and dreams. At Troas, you saw ‘a man of Macedonia’ and at. He howled and fell back, his legs instinctively close in and unable to go beyond my shoulders.I tugged on his balls and started slapping his cock around, and even punched it a coupla times. “I’ll teach you what is KLPD, bitch” I told him in a husky voice, and picked up a hairbrush that was lying on the table, and started beating his dick with the handle, all the while tugging on his balls. His erect penis kept swaying under the cruel blows as he whimpered his protests. I tugged his balls a few.