Resigned to my fate, I pushed my chair back and got up. As I walked towards Ben, Susan got onto the table, pulled her blouse off, slipped her skirt do...n and kicked it onto the floor. There she sat on the table only in her turquoise g-string, suspenders, stockings and high heels. She started playing with her clitty by rubbing the front of her panties with her flat hand. “Come on baby, don’t let Ben wait for you. Get to work on him,” Susan laughed.Ben was wearing nothing but his jockey underpants. I was watching from the ridge, staring at a cloud of dust and wondering how many they were when I felt more than heard something. I didn’t stop to think and rolled to the left. An arrow hit the rock where I was lying and the archer, seeing he missed, had dropped his bow and was trying to get his rifle to bear. I hit him three times the last in his head as he was falling. Another rose up almost in front of me, shocked beyond believing when I dropped the rifle and went for my shotgun. He was. She then asked do u ever do anything when u are like this. I said no- she said “does anything come out? Besides when you pee? I didn’t know what to say – she then prompted – while you are sleeping? I said yes sometimes I wake up with my shorts in a mess.She then said “Ok since you are telling the truth I am going to advise you something, but if you ever mention this to anyone at all you know what I will do” I was literally scared and said I will not mention anything and please she should not. “I picked some thyme” you say. I take the little sprigs of it from you and lift your hand to smell the fresh scent of the herb on your fingers. I kiss them and taste it on my lips. I suck your finger into my mouth and hold it with my teeth, my tongue twirling round it inside my mouth. You smile indulgently, letting me enjoy this moment. The washing-up can wait. I push you back against the kitchen worktop. You’re happy to oblige, and lean backwards, your hands splayed out on the cool marble.