The cooks said everything would be ready in 15 minutes or less. Time enough for a beer.I called Andy to tell him I was bringing guests to the cookout,...to put the beer in a cooler and take it outside to the tables. I was not sure if the guests would eat.“Who are the guests?” Andy asked.“Anton Pavlenko and his guards make sure everyone stays close lipped about operations and keep all conversations to a social nature,” I said.“You like playing with fire, is all I can say,” Andy replied.Anton’s car. The double bed was too big for the room and took up all the alcove it stood in leaving absolutely no manoeuvre spaces around it; in other words, you had to crawl on and up the bed to enter it! Still, when you're on a budget...…...We unpacked, took a shower and crawled onto the bed to watch TV for a while. We lay there a while watching and idly twirling our fingers in each other's pubic hair with our free hands until Mrs Tabbycat decided she needed to get something or other from her bag on the. He sat down in a chair and looked very satisfied with his legs stretched out and was rubbing his roundish belly. I gave him a cup and he immediately gave me credits for my cooking. He continued to talk about this and that and I went out to get some more coffee and when I came back he had his hands in his crotch, rubbing it. I thought that this is something that I never thought would happen. All of a sudden he started to talk about sex Life, pussies and Girls and I thought that i would give it. "Buddy, I don't know Shinto from Bento!" Petra drew himself to his full five foot seven inches, looking deliberately down his nose at the older man. "And frankly don't care!" he added dryly. "Speaking of which, I just hope those box lunches that idiot gopher of yours picked up are edible!" Miss Moi is a third year journalism student, sent by the station's owner!" Wataru gritted his teeth. "Her job, is to provide background info on the shrine and its customs! In the hopes you won't wind up.