"Martha is sixty-something not fifty." He smirked and looked toward the head of the line, probably wondering why it took so long for each purchase.How...the hell did he guess I thought she was fifty years old? And 'Martha' certainly looked very good for her age - if she was indeed sixty years old."You were way wrong back there." He wasn't even looking at me as he spoke.I looked down to see her arm hooked into his, in her other hand some bag of dried fruit that they must be purchasing."Back where. So yes, Masha and I have in the past posed as FSB agents."Ben gave me and interesting look and then questioned, "That almost seems believable. Now, what happened to Elena?"I hoped to further the tale that Masha and I had concocted, "Ben, you know how rampant bribery is in Russia - we paid her many Rubles to forget about our small transgressions."Then Ben surprised me when he asked a different question, one which Masha and I had not anticipated...Flashback – Ben – In Moscow about a week laterI. So far, the chase had led Beau in a great arc, first east, then south. It was as if McFadden was headed somewhere specific, but Beau couldn't decide where it was so that he could cut McFadden off before he got wherever he was going. The chase turned into a long one, and Beau was getting disgusted with the whole thing.The next town Beau came to was Hell Hill Junction, so called because it was at the crest of a very long hill and a railroad ran up that damned grade for seven miles. It was the. All boys found her sexy and fuckable. To tell the truth, I also lusted for my sister.Arun was from a very rich family. He wore excellent clothes, shoes to match and used to come to college on the bike. Sometimes he would bring his dad’s car if he could manage. Our friendship surprised many as we were from so diverse backgrounds. Truth was, I tutored him in his studies also, which he realised all the time.One thing common to both of us was that both of us were very horny. We discussed girls, sex.