Each time she heard the tales she would notice embellishments and missing parts. As she sat alone in the old cottage in the middle of a raging storm s...e thought she could hear her Da once again tell her of the “Hound of Culain” and his glorious deeds.The windows rattled as a particularly ferocious gust of wind and rain assaulted the small cottage, she glanced up at the candle flame wavering on the sill unable to remember when she learnt of the tradition to “light the way home”. If only I’d been. During the week there is rarely anyone there so it a great place to go for a jog and get some quiet time.I had just finished running a three mile loop that ended in the parking area. I grabbed a sport drink from my car and walked back along one of the trails to cool down. This part of the park was more groomed than the rest and there were picnic shelters and a couple of buildings. As I walked I could catch glimpses of the restrooms through some shrubs and a movement caught my eye. I stopped. We knew about it. It was the second reason, after the stench, why during the whole tour only two soldiers of our Regiment went with local girls. They reported their comrades the worst sexual experience of their whole life. The poor girls were not simply dirty and smelling beyond tolerance: they were like dead corpses during coupling, since they were simply not feeling anything, and nobody could ever teach them how to fake… But you can’t ever criticize that tradition, since it was a religious. I’M GLAD YOU’VE COME HOME. I’M HOPING THAT YOU’LL FUCK ME THIS EVENING. I REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU SEXUALLY. I LOVE YOU.”Cindy, Melanie, Elsa, and Sheila applauded. KC was just catching on to what was going on.I said in a stentorian voice, “I’d be delighted, unless my wives have other plans for me.”Elsa intervened, “We want you to be with Pam. This will help her in many ways. If Sean comes, Cindy or I will be sure he’s taken care of in a hot sexual way.”KC, Sheila, and Melanie all made sounds.