."How?" you question, but I'm already moving you, turning you to face the wall, I press you against its cold surface and you flinch, but as you feel m... tugging your jeans and underwear downwards, over your hips and towards your knees you see the permutations and possibilities and realise the time is right, and the time is now...I'm pressed up hard behind you now, and my jeans and zipper are pressing against your bare bottom, the demin against your delicate skin feels rough, but my hand reaches. I sat there admiring the valley. There was a small lake off to one side and even at this distance, I could see boats enjoying the day as well.I policed up my stuff, never one to leave trash around. As I stashed it in my pannier, I saw I wasn’t as alone as I thought, a girl was sitting on one of the picnic tables under the shelter. She was sitting there fiddling with her phone. I almost wanted to laugh. I’d been up here plenty of times and unless she had a satellite phone, there was no service. So Harry had a nice chore for the farmer. He was ordered to shave his wife's head, her pubic hair and her armpits. He would have to use his own razor and Harry would see to it that the farmer's wife would not obstruct his process by kicking or beating her husband. That was how the workload was divided.The farmer was not too happy, because his wife would remember all he did to her, even though he only took orders from Harry. If she ever got her freedom back, he had better make himself scarce.. They were starting to handle an increase number of divorces which were adding to the present workload. Brian knew he was going to need to start looking for another associate soon. The way the economy presently was, he didn’t think he would have much trouble in finding one.Brian phoned Laurie and was pleased to learn that she was available this Saturday. She accepted his invitation to dinner. Laurie was always pleasant company and he was looking forward to being with her.When he picked her up,.