Marten must have fallen asleep for a while, as she did not hear her husband tell her that he was going to the breakfast car and would be back in about...an hour. When she awoke, she noticed a man sitting next to her who was not her husband. She noticed how handsome this man was. He was even more handsome then her husband with his wavy dark hair. He was looking at her she could tell. She stated to look back at him. She found herself moving closerto him and even desiring him. Suddenly she found. He was genuinely happy to be there, I’m sure he was nervous also. So we talked for a while, small chit chat, talking about Vegas, the weather, life, you know, boring stuff. So I felt we were hitting it off, I broke the ice by talking about what we were thinking. He was in total agreement. My wife went to the bathroom, that is when I went over the boundaries. No kissing on the lips, no means no, condoms are a must, and have fun. I also told him about my pics, and assured him there would be no. "Great" I thought. "I fucking hate it when I drink too much." I figured I'd better just get to bed and sleep this off when a chilling draft blew across the room. I opened my eyes and sat up. There she was ... standing across the room from me. I jumped and said, "God . . . you startled me!"She said in a breathy voice "Close, but not quite" What?" I said seeming confused."Oh never mind" she said with a wicked smirk across her face and a glint in her eyes."You're the girl I saw at the beach today. His jealousy had led to him making serious threats against the couple, and when the political tide had turned in favour of the despotic feminine rule which now prevailed, he’d been arrested immediately for his many crimes, whipped publicly whilst she and her lover looked on, having been conveniently tipped off with respect to the venue, and taken snivelling to the park to be hooded.Her athletic lover had but one victim in mind when joining the pack of horsewomen at the onset of The Gauntlet,.