Turning to each of us, red in the face, he took out some literature and was prepared to cite it, if necessary, I suspected.“Are you married to any o... these women?” the clean-shaven, white-haired man asked me.“Yes, to all three of them,” I dared any of them to contradict me, and in fact, Jane squeezed hand with pleasure at this surprise, before going off to order her own food.“You’re a polygamist,” he said that as a statement.“Yes, I would say that I fit the textbook definition of a polygamist.. ‘SO BE IT! INTO THE CAGE AND FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM! LET PTERO EAT THE REMAINS OF THE LOSER!’ The bear let out a yawn at mention of its name. The cage’s door opened and Mary climbed up the steps to stand on the hard floor. Her opponent this time was a large woman wearing shorts, a simple top and an insane grin. Her head was mostly stubble and scars. Even from the other side of the cage Mary could see the orange tint to the woman’s eyes. Agent Orange. Tonight would be hard. The woman bowed and. ” I told her, suddenly feeling the need to squeeze my own legs together.Emma found this hilarious and burst out laughing while still sitting and pissing, and that made me start to laugh too. “Don’t make me laugh.” I stammered, the need to release suddenly ten times worse than moments ago. Then, she did something totally unexpected. While sitting on my toilet peeing, she reached her hand up to the inside of my thigh, just below the hem of my shorts, and slid her fingers up to my crotch. “I’ll. ’ She tucked it in from behind as she pressed up against his backside gently. Sarah’s touch made him feel connected to her in a way, without really knowing her. Lingering fingers played with his hair in back. ‘You need a haircut.’ She spun him around, and then kissed him on the cheek. ‘You saved me. I’m your slave for life.’ He loved the way she said ‘Jim.’ She made it sound like they were intimate. Sarah looked like a little girl, standing there with the wet, stringy hair, no makeup, and.