"May I come in so that we may speak in private?" What is going on here?" I asked. "Who are you and why is everyone standing around outside." Precisely...why I need to talk to you," he replied. "Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Virgil Williams and I happen to be a bit of a hypnotist. Everyone here is fine; they just think there is a party going on out here in the parking lot, a celebration so to speak."I looked at this man closely. He appeared relaxed and calm and not at all afraid. What's your name, dear?" Tamara." Pretty name. Is that an Arab name?" It's Jewish. It can be an Arabic name, but I'm Jewish." Jews. Arabs. They're all the same aren't they? Is there much left of Israel now? I saw the news about it on the TV years ago. Tragic, isn't it? My name's Zoe. That's a Jewish name too, isn't it? But I'm not Jewish. I'm English. I'm thousands or millions of generations of English. My family was here before the Romans. Either that or they came over with the Normans.. When she went over the edge, her moan was so deep and tortured I almost stopped - thinking I was hurting her - but she grabbed my hand and pressed it in a way that let me know she was fully into our game.When Beth Ann recovered I nosed Mr. Johnson in for a short stay in the Furry Friend Lodge. At the critical moment, Beth Ann grabbed the specimen cup and collected the evidence of our tryst.We shared the shower, played and giggled like school children, hurried getting dressed, brushed and all. She returned with a big pile in her arms, Brian jumped up and said let me help you, as he took the clothes my wifes towel(she did it on purpose) came off with the clothes Brian grabbed. She stood there naked in front Brian and me he apologized and handed her the towel. I took the towel and said "Brian, I would like to repay you for doing our driveway, and now let you do my wife"And I kinda chuckled to see his reaction. He didnt say anything, he just stood there staring at my wife. I then got.