Scrawled in his Uncle's handwriting was his name: Dale.He picked up the envelope and went back over to the chair. He pulled out his jack knife and car...fully opened the envelope."Dear Dale,I'm sorry to say that if you are reading this letter - we probably never had the chance to spend anymore time together before my time on this blessed earth was through. Just so you know, I understood that it was Cynthia who didn't like my company very much. When you two had been married for a year or so, she. I walked to my closet and got out my robe. I glanced up and was disappointed to discover my shadowy audience was gone. This was a problem. He still couldn't see me as a fucktoy. I was convinced if I could get him to see me naked, I could get him to see me as something he could screw. Well, we weren’t there yet, I went and showered. I got dressed. I went to dinner and on the positive he still was looking at my chest. When I went to my room, and stripped to my bra and panties, to my. ..Damn, this women was hitting on me now in her drunk state. I felt a tingle in my cock when I looked at her breast that barely fit in her bikini top. We went down to John and told him that that I took the room next to them. He thought it was perfect, so I could get into Mary if she needed me... He smiled and laughed at his comment.We drank even more and I was really getting drunk at this time. Mary suggested we went into the hot tub for a bit. I said it was all good. She walked over, stopped. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake it and the cause of it stayed tantalizingly just out of reach.He contemplated delaying things but to what effect? He’d already made his ultimatum and, though he had never really expected it to be accepted, he would follow through. He wasn’t going to wait; he couldn’t. His timetable had become tight but shapeless. If the Ranger made it through, there was no telling how many men he could bring with him. The Red Guard – even these, his irregulars – were equal to.