We drove back to Pam’s home continuing the banter we’d had over dinner. Despite the neutral topics, I wondered what the rest of the evening would ...old, hoping that Trish went home early so Pam and I would have some serious ‘in bed’ time. I was coming off a long dry spell in terms of sex with a partner, and the week with Pam was a breath of fresh air in so many ways I knew I’d have to be careful lest I over commit or do something rash, and being flirty with Trish just didn’t seem on the agenda. " Don't shoot, mister," one of them said. "You got us dead to rights." Stand where you are, now," Bob demanded. "I'll come to you. Keep them covered, boys."Bob came out to where they'd dropped their weapons. He collected them and placed the handguns on a handy rock and leaned their rifles against a handy tree. He placed his own Winchester there, too, and stepped forward.He got to about five feet from the taller of the men when the man whirled, pulling a knife. A quarter of a second later, the. I was surprised, when I put my hand on her pussy from behind that she was sloppy wet and open. She moaned, grabbed the sink and lowered her head, her hips pumping against my hand for just a moment before she moved away from me."Not now honey," she said giving me a kiss. But her breath was ragged and her face flushed.Saturday morning I told Jane that I had to go to Los Angeles to see a friend of mine in the radio business, a friend she knows, and that I wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. I. Jane has never heard of women carrying them. I gave her one, at first she was reluctant to take it but I insisted, eventually she relented and clasped it in her fist.Now the weather is improving and the buds are opening on the trees, I want to go on a recce of the surrounding area. We have packed rations for a week in two small packs one which was mine and the other having belonged to the driver of the army truck.Jane now carries a knife on a belt, in a sheath she must have made from the deer.