” Emily said finally giving in and offering him a ride in her new truck."I think that will work fine. Do you have a van or a truck or something with...enough space for some furniture?” Dave asked hoping he didn't have to pay to have whatever he bought delivered."I bought a truck last week it should be able to carry whatever furniture you decide to get." Okay sounds good. You know my address, come over whenever you're ready" See you in a few minutes.” with that Emily hung up the phone and started. Furnished with oversized leather couches and chairs, with heavy wood tables and one wall that was entirely a giant stone fireplace, it had a warm, western, masculine feel that was terrifically inviting. The art on the walls and several bronze statues were all of cowboys and other scenes of the wild west, and in the middle of the floor was a massive bear rug.Harlan made his way to the bar in the corner, helped Jennifer onto one of the bar stools, then pulled down three glasses while chatting. “Now, you’s all got to remember to never ever tell anyone...” She said, wobbling slightly. “Is a crime and all. But anyway, this beast...” She pointed at me. “Was pounding away at my unmentionables. And that beast...” She pointed to my left. “Started sliding into my bum!” Her accent had been slipping from her somewhat middle class diction to something more akin to a dockside Tarantian slum. I shook my head slowly. Her finger wobbled, pointing at the phantom double that she was clearly seeing. She was smiling with happiness.I found some cloth to dampen and wiped her off. I still loved her so much. Maybe even more now. It was time for them to sail. I had taken leave for a week and would fly to Marseille to meet her. I said my goodbyes and I knew she would be fucked for the whole trip. These men liked pussy, and she loved cock. My little Arab buttercup was embarking on a whole new voyage of life. She asked me clearly, "May I fuck them? May I learn from them how to please you, mon ami!".