Lightning begin to flash. The mood left the peacefulness and took a drastic turn. Then just when it seemed things couldn't get worst in the dream for ...urumi, they came. They rode along the land on top of the black horses. Eyes on the horses that seem like they were made from the fires of hell. That wasn't the worst thing. The worst thing was the riders. They were big men with strong arms and legs. They were like giants to even the very big, much less a small innocent woman like Kurumi. They. “You just need someone to play the jug.”“Maybe one of the fluters,” Phil offered with a wink.“It’s a flautist,” a voice intoned from behind him.He turned to see someone he didn’t know standing with someone he knew casually.“A person who plays the flute is a called a flautist,” the young woman said when she saw the looks on the group’s faces. The look wasn’t because they didn’t know the term. They did but Phil was offering an inside joke to his friend, Scott, who in English class in 10th grade. The drive to the Pink Kitten takes her about a hour outside the city and into the desert. She pulls up to the bar, which as it turns out is a biker bar, full of rough and dirty men all wrapped up in leather. Just her kind of place though dressed as she is she would stick out like a sore thumb. She needs another angle.As she peers through the windshield, Emma finds her angle in the form of a tall redhead. Emma exits the sedan and rushes to follow the woman inside. The first place the woman heads. As she stooped down to pick up the papers, Brian got a quick glance down the front of her blouse. As he bent over to help her pick up her folder, he got a clear view at her lacey, cotton bra which slightly revealed the tops of her perfectly shaped tits. "She's hot for a 40+ married woman" he thought. He definitely liked what he saw, but unfortunately, he stared a little too long and Liz caught him staring down her blouse. As she stood up, she saw where his eyes had been focused and she went off.