He shook harder and near yelled but I remained impassive.He tried to roll me but not enough so he asked for Ben’s help and together they rolled me o...to my back dragging the sheet with me.I lay there exposed to Ben’s stare and his “oh fuuuck” painted a brilliant picture.“wow said Nate” shaking me again “I can see her pussy”He said to Ben “i’ll lift her leg up, see if you can pull the sheet free”“what if she wakes up?” worried Ben“Nah, she’s out to it, we could do anything and she wouldn’t wake. It was the kind of blues that made your heart ache deep down in your guts. After about an hour of playing they took a break and started to walk past us. Of course I had to stop them and find out their story. I reached out and touched the arm of a slightly older man in a wonderfully terrible suit. ‘Excuse me but I have to ask where y’all are from.’ ‘Memphis, Tennessee’ he said, smiled and then kept walking. I looked at you. Of course. Of course we’d come all the way to Italy to get away from. "I don't watch the pros play. All I know is high school football."Suddenly we were talking about football. "I liked the shot you gave the QB but you guys would have won if you hadn't gotten so many dumb-ass penalties," she observed."You're right," I agreed with her. Marcie didn't exactly smile but she seemed to take some pleasure from my compliment."You wouldn't have gotten to the quarterback if it hadn't been for the tackle opening a path for you," she commented and I thought, wow, she really. It was about 1am and the whole lodge seemed to be fast asleep.From the veranda, she could look down on the main street in Murree town, still alive with activity and brilliantly lit. The night was cloudless with a bright full moon lighting everything up in a romantic relaxing way.She sighed and began to slowly pace along the veranda, lost in thought. Her holiday was coming to an end. Soon she would be back in hot, busy Lahore and what was more, her mother had told her that her marriage was being.