.. but her Arizona State Police ID listed her first name as "Wendy".There I was, minding my own business...Yeah, it is a common idiom, isn't it? My ex...wife related plenty of funny stories from her work in the ER that started with a patient uttering those words. Most of the stories, at the time, could have me howling in laughter.So, there I was, minding my own business, when flashing lights in my rear view mirrors let me know I was wanted, though not in a way I would have preferred...I wasn't. She felt a touch flattered, at his interest in her, being in her words “such an old bird,” but part of her dismissed the boys interest as just hormones, any woman would do to practise on sort of a passing thing, knowing she was the only woman in his reach. Her thoughts were interrupted by her son`s tractor unit, noisily backing into the side yard. A tired driver, his long week away over, glad to be out of the driving seat at last, soon sitting freshly showered to her table, and eagerly filling. As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me.We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other with the movement of the water and jets, when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn't say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to. Each could carry a hundred fighting men plus their crews, but if possible I would want them to stay with their ships. Still, that was around two thousand fighting men if we needed them.Between all the towns and the free traders, we had access to a good twenty-five or thirty cargo ships available to use as troop transports, and we could probably get them to carry two hundred men each, depending upon their size. And assuming the men could handle being sardines for the voyage. That was five to six.