The stranger strode confidently after them and, stopping abruptly, he whipped the blade in his hand straight at the leader. It struck the boy squarely...in the calf as he let out a startled scream of pain. The other two continued running. Without turning, and too afraid to stop, the boy limped away as quickly as he possibly could around the corner. Unmoving and breathing heavily, the stranger stood staring at where the boys had been, his fists clenched. The girl didnt move. She couldnt see his. You sort of wonder how some of these folks even finish the ride if they spend a half hour at each stop!Anyway, after the first real stop of the day things seem to settle into a rhythm and riders are a lot less jittery. It probably helps that from Kent onward, the entire first day of the STP is pretty much a scenic rural ride. The quality of the road starts to deteriorate a bit, but overall, it is a pretty nice ride from there on out. We rolled along at a nice even pace. Since we represented one. Bob seemed to fight with himself as if asking if it was okay to make eye contact with her."If it's not too much trouble, Misha."Misha slipped back into the house and clicked the kettle on. She continued to watch Bob as he set about the gardening again, while her hands busily prepared the cup and coffee.Less than five minutes later, Misha was stepping over her slabbed patio towards the fence. (Ken and she were far too busy to bother with gardening.)Bob had come over to meet her. "Thanks."She. "Do you think it would turn you gay?" No. I mean, you're an OK looking guy for a dumb jock" -- chuckles all around at this -- "but I'm never gonna get turned on by the thought of YOU naked." Good. Does the idea disgust you?" Not really. Not much that adults can do together disgusts me." Are you worried people might find out?" No. I trust you both about that." Are you afraid it will hurt?" I doubt it would hurt." Are you worried about the cum?" Hadn't really thought that far ahead, but uh, yeah,.