My wife saidsomething else about how wet I needed to get her so she could take such ahuge tool. He was erect and I certainly couldn't contradict her.... Iwanted to say something, anything, that would make me sound like a lesspliant participant. But soon I couldn't speak at all because, at theBlack man's prompting, I was busy lapping my wife's slit, getting herjuicy for her new BI lover while he lay alongside her and they kissed. Heeffortlessly pushed me to the floor with one foot and mounted. That gives me only two, maybe three minutes tops - I think. Dammit, my watch isn't synchronized with theirs."I gasped when I watched Josh rush inside Saks. Was he crazy? The police! We needed the police. Oh, god! Josh! I literally shook with fear, not so much for me as for Josh. We were finally together. We were lovers, friends, brother and sister. I didn't think I could survive losing him again.A few seconds later, Josh guided another middle-eastern man out of Saks, gently holding him by his. I could not resist calling them, may be because of the intoxication. I called them and as usual Sree took the phone. I told him that I am alone today. He readily invited me to their home for that night. Before I could think the pros and cones I accepted it. He said it would take two hours in my bike to reach there and it is good timing that nobody will notice my arrival because it would be after 10 o’clock.He explained me the exact way to his home so that I need not ask anybody when I reach. I guess the problem is that nobody's sure which alternative is the real deal.No, that's not right. The problem is that everybody's sure which alternative is the real deal, they just can't agree.It's like the old joke:St. Peter is standing at the gates of heaven sorting the recently deceased."John Smith, Baptist, you're in. Please go to room 321, but be very quiet going by 317."Jenny Taylor, Jew, you're in. Please go to room 324, but be very quiet going by 317."Carl Reed, agnostic, you're in..