As usual, I had to shoo guys away from our table, since Sharon could draw men for miles around with her looks and her personality. I really worried ab...ut that at first, but I had seen the results of what unwanted attention from other men got when they went too far in their flirting. One young man got kneed in the crotch when he put a hand on my wife's tit while dancing. An older man got a spike heel in the foot when his hand slipped to her ass one time. One other time, when I was coming back. "Its that simple" Ron said as he walked over and gave Anna a hard slap on the ass, "All you have to pay for this wonderful new machine is 4 east payments of only $500.00 dollars" Ron added as Joan pulled the anal hose out and inserted an anal spit smaller then the first, she shoved it hard up Anna's anus causing her to scream around the spit inside her, tears rolling down her face for all to see."There's more!" Ron said, "I know that most of you have big family barbeques and lots of people to. You will find room 414 by taking the elevator to the 4th floor and make a left.” She takes the gift and starts her way to the room. On her way up to the fourth floor, she opens the box, which contains a small bottle of perfume. The elevator door opens and she walks toward the hotel room. She begins to feel someone behind her again. Slowly she reaches for the door handle not sure if she should do this. Quickly she turns around startled by a woman who walks by.Her hand touches the door knob still. John, though, had a distinct advantage over all the men that interested her, he wasn't Russian.Meanwhile, far away in a remote French valley in the Pyrenees an old friend of John's was contemplating his future. 'Oz' Callaghan, an Australian from the, then, mainly rural State of Queensland, had fallen in with a bunch of Anarchists. He had all the qualities normally associated with people from that part of the globe. He was adaptable, practical, self-sufficient, a born cynic and a talented.