They’d whip him when he was sober, so as drunk as Mike was, he had no chance. He’s lucky I dragged him off to the car.’ ‘Well, it turned out o...ay.’ ‘No it didn’t, by the time I got him loaded into the car, the girls were gone.’ ‘What, did you plan to go negotiate a better deal,’ Richard replied. ‘No, I just wanted to talk to them.’ ‘What, ask them out on a date? Hell they’re strippers.’ ‘Fuck you Richard, you’re as bad as Mike.’ I walked away and before I reached my desk, I had formulated a. Sitting in a hidden corner, for all practical purposes, he became invisible.The door creaked open. Two men wandered into the drivers' lounge where Jacob had secluded himself. "Parsons is on her way over. She needs a table for some maps. This is the closest room for all of us." Sounds of chairs could be heard sliding on the floor."Davy boy, we need to find a way to slow these things down short of using nukes on our own soil," the first man spoke bitterly.The companion Davy answered. "Not much. Thank you for sharing your precious time with Mrs Wilson with us”. “Yes, we always get more than we bargained for every time we visit, thanks again Mrs Wilson”. Said Dave, smiling at both of them. “You’re welcome boys, what’s mine is yours. Come round anytime, Mrs Wilson loves to entertain, ain’t that right princess?”. Offered Martin in all innocence. “Yes, you’re welcome anytime “. Responded Debbie, almost traumatised by their parting, piss taking words, her husbands own naive words cutting. Suddenly there was a loud gasp and I found myself facing a young female about the same age as me, her panties laying on the floor beside her as she spread le over an old wooden crate fingering her juicy gash, face flushed and getting even redder now. “Sorry Sally, I Didn,t know there was anyone in here.” I apologised, but I Wasn,t going to miss the sight of her hairy snatch though she,d now stopped fingering herself and was reaching for her panties.”Plesse don,t put them back on, Sally? I think.