As we ascended the stairs to our reserved table in the higher level, in the centre, which was raised about three feet and there was just an open raili...g around it. By sitting in the raised area, the seats of the chairs were about even with people’s heads in the lower area and many were noticing the 43-year-old Indian’s spread legs and exposed pussy.But that was nothing compared to the reaction of my Indian student cricketers. As they saw us the late teenager, early 20s students jaws almost hit. The three men soon cowered in the corner, begging me not to kill them after I sliced one's arm open and nicked another in the belly and the third in the cheek. Their leader had dropped his musket onto the bed and was now on his knees, holding his hands to his stomach where a small hole was gushing blood."If you get him to a doctor," I told the men, "he might live, but I doubt it." I made them leave their weapons and carry the bleeding man out. We heard his toes bumping down the steps. Constance. Donna P. punched me in the shoulder. "Shut up! That was great." Turning back to our host, she aded, "Will you make a copy for me?" Sorry, no copies ladies," Donna F. answered with a mix of pride and embarrassment."What you gunna do to top that on your night?" Donna P. demanded looking me straight in the eye. I looked at the floor and blushed."I think I have an idea for my turn," Kirstie volunteered.---I admit, I was shaking with anticipation when I rang Kirstie's doorbell a few weeks later. We. We had tried the dating thing when I was sixteen and it had almost ended our friendship. Both of us liked to cheat but neither of us liked to be cheated on. Nevertheless, there was now a child in the picture, no matter what, we had to grow up and be good parents even if we weren’t going to marry each other. I knew Linda was not keen on the idea of us getting married so I chose to avoid the subject for now, we would talk about it later on.“It’s getting late now, let me take you home.” I changed.