After dinner we practiced an hour of Kung Fu. I asked Mat, "Why Kung Fu?"Mat smiled. He wanted us prepared. When we returned to San Jose, he set us up...with a master there to continue our training. Little did I know that we would all be thankful for that training later when we met the Karg. More on that later.By the end of the day we were all toast. Mat marched us to some very old, world war two barracks. We had pads and sleeping bags. We slept in our flight. I was in one flight and Cynthia was. Solo lunch for today.”As always. Except that I don’t add that. Also, I have a bad feeling about Robert wanting to sit with me for lunch…“Mind if I sit with you?” he asks. “The guys wanted to try out that new barbeque place and I can’t stand going to new places. They’re always packed ridiculously full.”“Of course.”I smile at him despite the foreboding sensation spreading through my rigid body. What would Laurence say if he saw Robert and me sitting together? You’re just eating lunch. He isn’t. Camille was beautiful - her beauty radiated when she smiled and laughed.I'm Grant and I'm 35 years of age divorced with an 18 year old daughter Sandy.Sandy was a bitch - just like her mother and my ex-wife Jenny. Camille had been the victim of Sandy's bitchiness, and that was what had thrown us together that night. Sandy implored Camille to come to my house to meet her. Camille got caught in a downpour as she walked and was soaked to the skin when she reached my home only to find that Sandy. “If you scream, I’ll strangle you right here,” he hissed at me in a menacing whisper. I just shook my head the best I could with his hand pushing me back. He took his hand off of my mouth, but I kept my head in the same awkward position, staring wide-eyed up at him. That’s when I saw it. His fully erect cock was right in my face. “What do you want?” my voiced cracked in my fearful state. He obviously got off on my terror as he had a lecherous grin on his face. “Do it,” he whispered. The words.