Where is your husband?” he had asked. “I no longer have a husband” I told him but not too sadly. “He is no longer with us.” He understood af...er I told him how. We had decided to leave a couple days later. When it was time, I asked around where the Marshall was and a man pointed him out. “That is him?” I exclaimed. The man confirmed that it was indeed him. He had cleaned up. He had cut his hair short and shaved off his rather ugly looking beard as well, and he put on all new and freshly pressed. " A male voice says outside our thicket."Yeah, if they know what is good for them." Laughs another voice."Then why are we out here looking if they are gone." Whines a third."Shut up Able," the first snaps. "You never question, just do, that is the way to get ahead in this mans army."The men are silent again as they walk by. Catherine starts to release Brin, I shake my head no. She give me a puzzled look."There are more," I mouth the words to her. She nods as she frowns at the idea. Alys has. The cashier bagged up the alcohol and handed it to him. He said thanks and exited the store. Once he was outside, he said to the obviously effeminate guy, “Get in the truck.” The k** hopped in. Barry cranked up the vehicle and asked, “What’s your name?” “I’m Jace. What’s yours?” “Barry. Why are you standing out in the cold like this?” “I wanted to get a drink,” Jace laughed. “I see. It’s in the bag. Where do you live?” “Over on Poynter. At Smithson Commons.” “Right around the corner. I’ll drop. But as I stood there and thought about what Cyndi was going to do with her male friends, I felt the blood rushing to my cock. I walked to the window and looked into the camera. Doug's hand was on Cyndi's shoulder, but no more. But I could see the curve of Cyndi's luscious leg through the fishnet stockings. I thought about her split-crotch pantyhose and how much I'd like to split it farther, so I could get at her asshole and ease my cock into it. My cock began to throb, getting as hard as it had.