As your girlfriends were helping you get ready, they invited me and my buddy, who was also a groomsman, into the dressing suite.“You can’t be in h...re!” you exclaimed. “Shhh, it’s all right, we invited them in. You have one last chance before you get married,” your BFF said, pushing you back onto a chair. “One last chance to fuck a real man with a real cock and feel what it’s like to cum with a cock deep inside you!” She went around behind the chair and held your arms back while another friend. I wondered when my Indians would arrive. Camp fires were built and a calf butchered. We would lay over the rest of the day and maybe one more if my crew was late."What, no guard out Son? Might be some Indians around." He was grinning. Kenny Ryeback had come into camp while I was leaned back against a tree dozing. I said nothing as I clasped this man to me, I was that happy to see him again. I looked to where there were fourteen braves sitting their horses. I walked over and gripped forearms. Randolph was showing me the waiters side of the job. Still, Lillian was giving me the cold shoulder, every time I went into the kitchen. She would find an excuse to leave the room. Pretending that she had to get something from the fridge.It was Saturday afternoon. Everyone had gone home. It was just Jennifer and me in the office. She was showing me how to input the debit and credit figures for the accountant. Giving me a big smile from ear to ear when she highlighted the profits we made that. The women were all unfailingly polite and deferential. It was something he wished that the First Assistant Under Secretary for Trade had picked up.She appeared as Gerry took his tea and thanked Fanima. "Hey Gerry, how's it going?" Suzie Berkham almost bounced into the room, snatching a biscuit from Fanima's tray as she left. "Mmm, chocolate," she said. "I see there are benefits from moving up the ladder." Morning," said Gerry. Suzie was about twenty years his junior, not long out of university.