.hahaha. You taking a good look? See what a black boy can do to your innocent wife...hahahhahah!Hey bruv, I hear no reply, hahaha, Nat said.Nat leaned...over and said, let's play a game shall we? I said ,OK? Was a bit confused though. Yeah, he said, you say fire and I fire, you get it? OK, I get it, I said. But tell Mick it your idea, he whispered.Ok, I liked this game lots....mmmm sexy one too.Oh you big handsome nigga boy you listening to your married slut here, I said loudly looking at Mick.. Would it be awkward when I got home? I hoped it wouldn't be. I definitely wouldn't mind having another similar experience with him, and we still had almost two days with just the house to ourselves. Of course we couldn't let our family know about the feelings we had, so we would have to make the most of our time. When I got home Joaquin was in the living room watching TV. As I closed the door, he turned his head and smiled. "Hi Erika," he said. "How was your day at work?" "It was fine," I. " I said to the young officer as I turned him roughly about, "and please do not do anything foolish since it is so hard to get blood off the floorcloth."He took off his well-tailored coat, untied his lacy neckcloth and pulled off his shirt. He was very white and quite thin, his upper body almost hairless. He sat where I pointed and pulled off his boots and then unbuttoned his waistband and removed his tight britches with their fancy knee buckles. He was wearing long, tailor-made flannel drawers. Asking too many questions would have taken too long." Marilyn nodded, then turned back to the very quiet Sandy Beech who was trying to disappear without moving while the elephants were angry. "Is there anything else we should know about those from your regiment?" she asked. Beech hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do about Fox. This whole situation was so bizarre that he wasn't sure whether ratting on a comrade was better than disobeying an order. Finally, though, it was an order, or at least.