At 6'03" and 240 lbs, he is a total stud. We kissed and headed down the trail toward a stand of redwoods where we could be concealed from anyone else...who might walk by. "You look so hot!" he said as he slid his hand across my ass concealed by my tiny shorts. "You little whore, your're wearing a thong!" he said as he ran his finger down the narrow strap between my ass cheeks. We set off hand in hand until we came to a tree growing sideways where he turned and faced me. "I want you to suck. "No thank you, Dominic. I'm fine," replied Rhonda.Dominic walked back into the main hall, toward the bar.While Rhonda and Terri engaged in small talk, Barbara set her plan into action. Standing on the bucket to gain elevation, she used the shears to quietly and discretely start cutting, very slowly and cautiously, making a vertical cut on the hem on the right side of Terri's dress. She didn't dare tug on the fabric, lest Terri be alerted to what was going on. Rhonda kept looking over Terri's. We talked about the town and the situation regarding the treatment of all of the people by the magistrates and tax police.I dropped them off and went on home.The next week, I asked my wives if they knew how to make soap. They did, but we didn't have enough of the ingredients for it yet.I suggested that we go to town and see if we could get some soap, and let me show off my beautiful wives. They both jumped on me and kissed and hugged me.Verine said, "Bill, we need to shave you and cut your hair. Not rushed. We were at the earliest stage of a courtship dance. Not that that had stopped me from hopping into a bed or two in the past. But that was then.And Anniston is my only link, however tentative, to Mr. Laser. If I couldn’t ... what was it ... jump her air gap, then I’d turn everything over to Hank Morristown.My sense, completely without the slightest wisp of empirical attestation, was that Anniston was not part of whatever conspiracy this was. I believed her to be a freelancer, a lone.