I was wrong. Where did you... ? When... ? Who... ? Fuck! You're sixteen years old. You can't be that good."I laughed. "I told you. Before I met you, I...had two girl friends, one twenty years old, the other twenty-one. I watched them do that to each other. I wanted to learn the techniques. They taught me." A lie, but I couldn't tell her about Jane Wilson.She frowned. "You watched them? They taught you. Are you saying that you had sex with both of them at the same time?"I frowned. "Isn't that what. The alternative is to go round and arrive from another direction and appear harmless.” John considered, and made his decision.“We shall go direct, and announce our presence as we go. There should be no mistaken identity; but first, please note that I am a Shaman as well as a High Chief, so it is my responsibility and duty to attend to the person in this home who is in pain.” Chief Halvo retorted, “I have my own Shaman!”“Then you do not make correct use of your Shaman. I shall take the patient. “Buenos tardes,” piped Gina. Jillian and I laughed at the joke. It was only 10:30, 90 minutes from the ‘tardes’, or afternoon, portion of the day.“Buenos dia, mia puta pequeno,” her reply caused Gina to blush and us to laugh. Mother then walked to Gina, hugged her and lovingly kissed her. Gina accepted the kiss with her lips and a gave caress of a full bare breast.“If that brings such a greeting, buenos tardes,” chimed Jillian. Me too I added. For both of us, the response was in English. But. He was wearing a cowboy hat and was leaning down, gloved hands braced on the railing of an outcrop. The mid-afternoon sun stood at his back giving him the advantage while she was in full view, and she could barely make him out, but she could see he was wearing a denim shirt and pants. His hair was untied and long, reaching just passed his broad shoulders. His face, unfortunately, was hidden from view in the shadows of his wide-brimmed cowboy hat. She suspected he had chosen that spot on purpose.