“Don’t worry. You will.” After a short intimate time together they both realized they needed to return to the party or become “noticed”. The...July Fourth backyard garden gathering was turning into a great success, but Ronnie still had more fireworks in store for her young love that night. The seemingly normal suburban wife had a glint in her eye as she cleaned up the after-party mess with Rob’s help. Bottles, plastic cups and paper plates were quickly bundled away into the garbage. Ronnie. Suddenly, the world becomes colorless to me. The room is as black and white as the tuxedos and gowns that fill it, and everything in my pockets feels ten times too heavy. I reach for my cigarette case, feeling the cool metal of sterling silver. I can feel the etched design, and I can even see it in my mind. A heart with my name in it, a gift from my lover. ‘Hands out of the pockets.’ I do as I’m told, trying to find a way to stall any way I can–to get anyone’s attention before this man with the. All I could think of was how much Iwanted her body. Something I guess I'd been afraid to admit tomyself until then. "Typical of a man," Christi said after a minute or two. "Youguys like to look and have nasty thoughts and make nasty remarksto each other, but when it comes right down to it, you sit thereand don't even know what to do." I still didn't know what to say. And I sure got the surpriseof my life when she pulled my face tight against her pussy, andsaid so softly I barely. Mark and Mike went over to their sleds, untied the tielines to the trucks, and stepped down hard on the sled brakes. There was nothing more to do but to go ahead and do it."Gravediggers, up," Mark said, fairly quietly, not wanting the dogs to bolt."Beatle Hounds, up," Mike ordered in the same tone."Ten seconds," the speaker boomed. Five ... four ... three ... two ... one ... GO!"A starter's pistol cracked, and both Mike and Mark yelled "HIKE! HIKE! HIKE! HIKE! HIKE! to their teams.A cheer arose.