At least we had cell service so I called ahead to delay the meeting for a couple of hours.I finally met Mr. Evans in the parking lot of a convenience ...tore and gas station at the exit from the interstate closest to his cabin. I followed him inside to sit at one of the snack bar's three tables. I didn't like that idea of doing business in a restaurant. I had no idea who the people around us were."So why are we meeting here?" I asked."Because you are two hours late and insisted no one see you or. I felt dirty and soiled. A large part ofwhat was left of Tom, died that afternoon.Sam took me home and nursed me. I had a long shower, trying to scrub thefeeling of dirt off me. I felt small, vulnerable and useless. How couldI protect Sam if I could not even look after myself. I was no longer thefearless scrum half who would take on the world.We had hit a brick wall. Justin or his friend must have been tipped offby someone senior in the police. We could get nowhere with the law. Itwould appear. I sat there as Ralph T. suggested that I recline as he was. Ralph T. had now leaned to one side on his right elbow with my feet about eight to ten inches from him. I took a similar position and found my self closer to my tennis which was reassuring to me. Suddenly Ralph T. reached out his hand and stroked my ankle and feet. Startled I started to recoil when he said '...don't move they are looking this way. Right now they don't see you but are looking at me...' In my innocence, I thought. Jacob rises behind me. His hand around my waist for support as his mouth comes closer to my ear. He whispers, though there is no need except to tease me. “You sense them, don’t you?” I nod. I am fucking him with everything I have and his words add more excitement. “You are being watched by the other six while you fuck me.” I moan. My eyes are searching but there isn’t anything there. I am close to cumming, another orgasm is cresting as he teases me with his words. Are they there? Is.