I think we've got the makings of a good team." So, based on your expectations, when can we expect to ship the Richardson order?"He turned to me and gr...nned. "Friday." This week?" I asked in surprise.He nodded with a grin.That brought a smile to my face. If we could produce two hundred in a week just on start-up, we were going to be in business. I knew we had to fill the pipeline to begin with, but delivering on a steady schedule would go a long way to satisfying our first two customers.. It was too late. My dad had opened the door. He stood gauging at our naked bodies tangled together on the bed. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself. I was so embarrassed, but Tracy and Stacy didn't make any effort to cover themselves. My dad had already turned to leave. Not knowing what to say, I watched him go. I spent the rest of the evening in shock at my dad seeing me fucking two women. I loved the thought of my new found sexual freedom, but I. Chris stood up and joined me at the railing, “I got pills now.”“Ah,” I said, “Prescription?”“Mexico.”“They work?”“They have.”My wife was just below us now. She looked up, “You boys get a good look?” I said, “Pretty good.”My wife laughed. She took her hat and gloves off and tossed them somewhere out of sight. She kicked off her garden clogs and wriggled her toes into her flip-flops. She picked up a sarong that’d been d****d over the stair railing and deftly wrapped it around herself, tying it. Applegate Engineering employees occupied the top floor of the Goloban Hotel in downtown Kabul. When he arrived in Kabul there was just one suite left, a one bedroom. It was the kind of suite Americans find at Comfort Suites in the U.S. As circumstances had it only three Applegate employees had a suite of their own; Chuck Moore was one of them.The domestic staff at the Goloban was made up mostly of widows, all who wore black burqas to work. A few, while working in the hotel removed their burqas..