Suddenly, I heard some bloodcurdling yells off to my right and only moments later saw about 12-15 Indians come boiling out of a slight depression in t...e landscape. I don't know if they were Comanches or Kiowas, but that difference was a detail, because they would take great delight in killing me if they had the chance to do so. If they captured me alive, they would have taken even more delight in killing me—they would just take longer to do it.I had seen a small pile of rocks about 100 yards to. Very few stay around after graduation. I looked around. ‘I think I’m gonna like this place. It looks a lot like where I hang at when I’m home.’ ‘Yeah, where’s that?’ He was still fishing. ‘The Broke Spoke. Ever been there?’ The Broke Spoke was the roughest biker bar between here and the coast. He looked at me with new eyes. ‘Can’t say as I have, heard about it though. Up scale place, fairly new?’ I grunted. ‘Hell no, the place must be a hundred years old. Every time it rains I think the roof is. Chris was all for it, but Randy begged off citing the fact that he had been asked by some buddies at work to go bowling and that it was a men's only league. He however insisted she and Chris go ahead and he would see them later. He also told them not to wait up as these league games often lasted into the early hours. Marsha and Chris reluctantly agreed.They had gone only a couple of blocks however when Marsha realized her wallet was in her other purse at home. Turning around, they were. You presume one of them is me, but you cant be sure can you?!One of us grabs hold of your belt and its undone in seconds, followed by the button and slowly your jeans are lowered. You arent wearing any boxers and so you are stood there, exposing yourself in the fresh outdoors, to a stranger... anyone could walk past. You are hard and breathing heavily, the anticipation is killing you and you then feel two tongues, running up the inside of your thighs, over your balls and slowly up the length of.