Rarely did he have to worry about conserving the battery life anymore. As a precaution, he had bought a portable gasoline generator but so far had onl... started it as part of the regular maintenance routine. Through inverters, Chris ran regular appliances: a fridge, microwave, coffee machine, water pump, TV, satellite TV/internet receiver, stereo and his laptop. The lights were all twelve-volt DC units from a local RV dealer. A large capacity propane tank supplied fuel for the water heater, the. I'd never realised before, but his feet were hot. Big,manly and just the right amount of hair. He lifted his right foot andplaced it flat on my cheek, pinning me to the stone floor. He rested theother one on my body. I felt the others do the same, resting their feet onmy body. Again they ignored me as they drank and laughed, and every sooften one of them spilt a bit, and it dripped through the holes in thetable onto my face and chest. As they chatted, their feet moved on me.Charlie rubbed. “I think you will look almost as good in that gear as you do naked, Sir” observed Sarah cheekily.He laughed. “Where is Richard?” He demanded suddenly. “How long does it take to tie a woman to a pole.”“I think he is screwing her to it” said Sarah sarcastically as they all tuned for a look.Sure enough, there he was bathrobe flapping open as he rode Claire once again from behind, the girl hugging the post with wrists tied in front of her. “Order him some jeans, an open neck shirt and casual shoes,. . . I don’t . . ..” “Shush,” she said, “not now, Ishy.” “But Mona, how could you . . ..” I couldn’t get the rest of the words out. I wasn’t even sure what words they should be.” “We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said, as she led me down the hallway and into the guest bathroom. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up before adjusting it. “Clean yourself up now,” she said. I was in a trance. My mind was in suspended animation. I didn’t want to think about what had happened but.