."Wade threw up again. The taste was bloody, greasy, and everything horridall at once. He might've shit himself once again. Fueller didn'thesitate. He...leapt over beside Wade with gloves on and lifted thereporter, soon to be mail order wife, so that he didn't drown in his ownvomit. The puke poured down over Wade's now furry, nude crotch. He almostfelt like laughing when he saw that his paints hadn't survived the growththat now barely let his hips fit in the chair. And judging by the girlsin the. 68kgs. athletic body with a nice body shape. The story I am telling is the time when I was at my uncle’s house. Where my uncle with his wife & 4 daughters where living but whenI was there already the elder’s had gone married & the third & fourth daughter were living in hostel for studies in another region. Now only 2nd daughter was living with uncle & aunt because she had left studies and was working as a beautician nearby. So often she had to forgo out with her madam because she lived near to. My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in college, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain. Oh, right. Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends, their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker. We danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits and pieces as we spiraled around one another,. "Not to mention your choice of friends." Okay, you got me there," I said."Yes I do," he said. "So what progress have you made. Jeremy is dying to know every little detail." Well so far we found a motel to stay in till we get the barge ready. That's really about it. I do have a beautiful view of the bay from the motel window," I said."Give me the name of the town and the name of the motel. Jeremy is going to want to research them both." The Brit said.After I gave him that info I promised to make.