Between the bottle of wine and the dark, the timing couldn't be better. Turning my back to her, I removed my shirt, kicked off my shoes, took a deep b...eath and lowered my shorts to my ankles, stepped out of them and jumped into the pool.The cold water of the pool sobered me up and I wondered what the hell had gotten into me. I looked back over my shoulder at Aunt Jane sitting at the table, there. She hadn't moved; she wasn't even directly looking at me. She might have missed the whole. When our food ran out we ate the horses, when all the horsemeat was consumed we gnawed on the frozen flesh of our dead comrades. Hell holds no terrors for me. I have survived Hell.”“The retreat from Moscow?” I said.He nodded. “I was with Ney on the rear-guard. Had it not been for Michel Ney there would have been no survivors of the Retreat.”He drained his glass. “And what did those cochons in Paris do to him, The Bravest of the Brave? They shot him as a traitor. His only crime was being in. CST Henry Donaldson's Office, Chicago, ILAlice was just sitting down at her desk and beginning to go through her overflowing IN box when Henry stepped through the door looking for all the world like that 'thing' the cat dragged in.Alice gasped in surprise and blurted out, "Oh my God, Boss. Think some coffee will help at all?"Tossing out a sheepish grin while rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Henry replied, "Well, it certainly couldn't hurt. Some Aspirin might help too if you have any on hand.". In spite of all of these thoughts, Yvonne became more and more excited as her husband fucked and used her while telling her what this new guy, Peter, might do to her.Soon, her lust having overtaken her common sense, Yvonne was enthusiastically agreeing to everything that her husband suggested.Rob had been so completely confident in his wife's taste for this sort of kinky perversion, that he had arranged for Peter to be waiting on the Internet ready and waiting to snare Yvonne into their scheme..