No doubt his own people have long forgotten the Englishman since this happened 70 or more years ago. But the Poshtoons have kept his memory very alive...in their stories, or at least kept alive the memory of his long and painful death. I wonder how long you would last under their torture , Cathy. If I allowed them to have you. Would their grandchildren still tell and retell the story of your death in 70 years?"Thoroughly terrified by the man’s words, Cathy could not keep back her tears. They. I climbed up over her but when I tried to kiss her she turned her head away. “Would you like me to wear a condom” I asked. “No, I would rather feel you inside me,” she answered. “Turn over on your hands and knees,” I instructed. “What?” she asked, confused. “Get on your hands and knees; I’m going to mount you from behind,” I said. I’d never used the term “Mount” before but it seemed appropriate somehow. When I had her in position, I eased into her slowly and held onto her hips, rocking. .. army. The woman though, she definitely seemed more like a specialist technician.Juan had almost laughed out loud when Rhys started going on about him being a wanderer, not understanding their little saying. Juan had been tempted to fire off the motto from his time in specops, but he understood the advantage of being underestimated so he kept that little piece of information to himself.Juan had noticed an odd ... feeling ... from Rhys when Rhys spoke to Danse. There was definitely something. This way we wouldn’t get dirty as we walked him to his camper. There the three of us are, Karen on the left, Shane in the middle, only in boxer shorts, and me on the right. The steps to the camper went without incident so now to get Shane into the shower. Without thinking too much about it, Karen stripped his boxers off while I supported him.At this point Karen started giggling uncontrollably. I wondered what was so funny, thinking if she is laughing at his shriveled up drunken penis, that's.