“Are you still in the same outfit?” I assured her I was. I expected her to say she wanted me to come down dressed like this. She surprised me, “...ake off the bra and thong. There is a stairway at the end of the hall. We’ll be waiting.”That wasn’t just a request or suggestion. She really wanted me to do this. At this point, I was willing to do something outrageous. I unclip the bra and let it drop, then shimmied out of the thong and walked to the door, grabbing the keycard and slipping it into. The last time I had driven a wagon into Belgium I carried an empty coffin, and returned with a full one. A coffin, empty or full, being transported across a border would excite interest at any custom post, therefore I had made a circuitous journey which involved driving on forest tracks and seldom used byways.This time Rob drove us boldly along the High Road from Valenciennes to Charleroi, drawn by the two horses hired at Calais along with the carriage. Stables which hire out horses both for. Laura coughed and choked a little on her soda, and by the time Becky looked up, Michael had stepped away and Laura was grabbing for a paper towel. She knew her face was red when Becky looked at her like WTF? “Just went down the wrong way, ok? Geesh!” She glared at the grinning Michael and he leaned in and whispered in a fake little growl, “This isn’t over, sister!”She shook her head and replied, “No it’s not, buddy. Game on!” She threw her can away and went to wait on Becky. They both. She had a big pair of tits for such a thin body, as Gerald couldn't held noticing.Gerald pulled his shirt off and loosened his trousers, walking over to the hose Gloria had indicated. He closed his eyes and threw his hands out as if waiting to be baptized. Gloria looked the boy over for a moment and then turned the nozzle of the hose, loosing a stream of cold water onto the top of his head."Shit, that's COLD!" Gerald shouted. "Take it easy, you're supposed to be cleaning me, not turning me into.