"H. Felcher", it turned out, was a "Harvey", and the Felchers were a rarity, a couple who had moved to that area from Chicago a few years before. This...would become much more common a few years later. They weren't exactly well-integrated with the locals yet. Nice enough, but they seemed nervous all the time. It's amazing what gossip one can pick up in a county clerk's office.I telephoned the Felchers and confirmed that they were at home and would see me, but was told to hurry, as they were. The lovely mix of cotton and silk clothing were thrown to the floor. She lightly dipped her fingers into the lubricant jar and spread her legs; she placed her soft fingers onto her pussy, which probably hadn’t needed any lubricant and was already wet enough. Yet she started rubbing away, finding it almost impossible to stay out of her pussy. This wasn’t a problem for her though and she gave up and simply slid her fingers inside of her, she quickly let out a little gasp but this didn’t stop nor. I called 9-1-1." The fire horn! Shit. I'll be right over. Sit tight, I'll call Alyssa."Alyssa actually got there first, and she hugged Tina and pulled her overto the small couch in the family room and held her. "You did good, nomatter how it turns out," she said. "And he was smart in one respect - ifI was going to do something like that, you'd be the one I'd send the noteto."Tina sat bolt upright."Don't you ever say anything like that! Not ever! Not as a joke, not foranything! Promise me!". He now understood how exciting it could be to know that a strange woman was in the room, even though you could not see her. The total absence of females in all aspects of Kobekistani social life made it exciting. Even as he thought this the other element was that he was well aware that although he had not smoked one of the pipes circulating, there was enough smoke in the room to get anyone a little high.After what seemed like six days, but had probably only been six hours, Kamal Qumsiyeh.