Ilse was still unable to speak. She nodded her head towards her crotch and grimaced. Then she dropped her head down again. "Fucking! Fuck! Shit!" she ...oaned.It was then that Rebekkah at last remembered who this girl was. The voice, slightly husky, with a distinct Berlin accent was exactly the same one who called her a bitch and a cunt less than a fortnight before. At this moment, Rebekkah made a decision that was to haunt her for the rest of her life, the consequences of which she had no. Of course, he thought, Jill'd think she was the only one around for miles as far out as this area was, and it being her land. Kevin frowned a bit, watching her, what was she doing? Did she have a cramp? She was fighting something?Kevin's body tensed and made ready to go to her aid if she appeared to go under, the water wasn't deep, he could see her shoulders still well above the water line, but she was bending and...He heard the grunt of satisfaction from where he was. A dark blob of something. We exchanged brief greetings, but I think he must have been in his patrol car as I could hear background radio chatter."Call me again when you know when your leave period is, Des, then I will arrange a trip into the mountains. Keep well brother." With that he hung up.I won't go into the minutiae of the day to day operations at BATUS, although it was a different perspective from that when I had attended with 3RGJ, as part of a BG, seven years ago. This time it was a slightly easier duty, as the. But when I said that I had a different opinion of what a key club was I was referring to the kind of key clubs where couples meet in friend’s homes and mix their car keys in a bowl. Then the women are blindfolded. One by one they pick out a set of keys. If the keys belonged to their husband they had to put them back and choose another set. After all the keys have been chosen each woman went home with a man who isn’t her husband.Charie kicked my leg and gave me a scathing look for bringing up.