.. my thoughts are elsewhere."Diane wanted to counter with "your thoughts are in Bendon's twat" but she restrained herself. It was not hard, as she ha... trouble saying words like "twat" even in the best of times. "I-I'm sorry. Heather, I know you don't need this from me now." It's all right," Heather said, but Diane wondered just how perfunctory it was given the lack of emotion save for the low level of desire not directed at her. "I'm sorry if this has been hard for you."Diane wanted to rail. His name was Raul, and we sat and had a couple of drinks as I told him flat out what I had in mind.Raul was in his mid-20s, about five feet 10 and very good looking, and he seemed intelligent and well-mannered. He appeared interested in what I had to say, but he explained that in cases like this he was usually hired to do a private show, which then sometimes led to "other things." I told him I wasn't interested in a private show; I simply wanted him to provide my wife with the pleasure she. She thanked me for being such a wonderful person, and giving her so much joy. I got it out of her that Chandu had never touched her, and she had never been touched by any other man. That really excited me, and I asked her to come close to me, open her hair, and loosen herself. Her hair was straight and waist length, and when she opened it, it was the most gorgeous sight I had seen in a long time. I was on the chair, and she sat in front of me between my legs. I put her arms over my legs so that. ”“Almost never,” Helen replied, taking the pith helmet and sunglasses off the seat. “But that doesn’t stop me, Ramirez. Just make sure everyone knows what to do.”They nodded to each other again and the jeep left. Helena stood alone in the midst of the grassy savannah. She leaned against a tree and put her hand on her hip, looking left and right as if waiting for a bus. She hummed a bit of AC/DC’s “Ride On” as she took out a cigarette and lit it.About halfway through her cigarette, she’d taken.