“Who is this cove?”I introduced the two men.“Prussian, eh, I saw your lot at Leipzig. They gave them Frogs a pasting and no mistake,” Cross sa...d.“You were at Leipzig, Ted?”“I was with the Rocket Brigade, Royal Horse Artillery, serving with the Swedish contingent. Handsome Dicky Bogue commanded the unit and I was liaison officer between the brigade and the Swedish High Command.”“I didn’t know you spoke Swedish.”“I don’t, but I do speak French. They all spoke French at Swedish Headquarters, not. Then again she said, “I heard that its a lot of fun losing ours anal virginity, I can’t control myself anymore darling please take me.”There they were sitting in the food court having their lunch at a very odd time. Near about five in the evening. Due to their hot adventure in the stall of ladies toilet and now having that much sexy talk. “And I know that you will make it more exciting.”“I promise that tonight’ll be the most memorable night for you.”“Indeed it’ll be.”In the meantime he started. He talked to me on speaker phone as I did so in my shower. After I finished, I was instructed to take a picture and email it to him. It had to include my face, which I did with little trepidation. It was so exhilarating being ordered what to do. Brett then asked if I knew where the adult bookstore was. I did and by a quarter to eight, I was on my way. I was wearing just a pair of jean shorts, a black t-shirt, and my Converse. He had described his car to me. I noticed it as soon I pulled into. They either want me and my land, or just my land. Of course, that problem’s about to end.”Then, holding out her hand she added, “By the way, I’m Bonnie MacLean.”Instead of shaking hands as she expected Kevin kissed the back of her hand in the manner of the French. Then, using the name he’d already picked out, he responded, “I am Bartholomew Pierre Simpson, but my friends call me Bart. My father is a Scot and my mother’s French.”Becoming more relaxed, she responded, “Both my parents families.