We had spoken several times on the phone, so her 'so we meet at last' wasn't as contrived as it sounded when she greeted me at the door. I asked about...her accent - "Hungarian" was the reply - so of course I had opened my big mouth and told her that my forebears had also been from that part of the world. From that point we had gotten along famously.She signed me in then led the way to my room. I followed her up the stairs — closely - and really had to resist the temptation to caress the rather. M: – Sangeeta your body fragrance is making me crazy and started touching her neck by lips and my hands were moving on her backS: – Praful your naughty, now stop ( and she was making low moans) mmm, ahh…. M:- ( I raise my head and moved towards her face, a very little distance between our lips) Sangeeta I will stop but on one condition, today afternoon when no one will be home we will play truth and dare.S: – oh you want to play truth and dare (she winked), what if I say that I will not play?. ”She smiled at the attractive lad in front of her. “And, for the record, the usual six strokes on arrival.”“Yes, Matron.”“So Alan, if you drop those shorts, we'll have a look at the damage.” She bent to inspect the plum-coloured welts that crossed the breadth of the otherwise pale buttocks in horizontal lines.“Hmm. A tidy man with the cane, Mr. Jones. Some of them you wouldn't believe, all over the place. Even cutting down here.” She touched his leg well below the undercurve of the. Roads included.I forgot the Military. Ah, we have "things" over there. No!Fortunately, Barton Gulch is not on, near, or beyond any Native American Reservation. Nor does it involve any Native American Holy sites. Unless we find a body ... if we report it.There are several ways to Barton Gulch, everyone of them require one or more of the following:Back tracking. You're not driving back over the same road, you're having to drive literally miles out of the way to get to the bridge or secondary road.