That was the last Aggie ever saw of them.She had a strange, troubled night by the door, filled with disjointed dreams, and finally returned to the lou...ge shivering and collapsing sometime in the middle of the night, she wasn’t exactly sure when. She spent the next day troubled and alone, never bothering to turn on the TV, and finally found the underground mall Saturday night. She started exploring it Sunday morning. Her entrance from the surface led to the first floor of a Barnes & Noble. One would never know seeing her every day in her shapeless ill tailored clothing. But then maybe she's compensating for be a woman in a tough job.She's resting her hand on the clasp of her slacks."Should I continue?" Don't let me stop you, you're doing just fine." I glad her desk is between me and her, as my cock is beginning to poke out of the bottom of my shorts. Should've worn underwear.Unclasping her slacks, she slides the zipper down the side if her hip and steps out of them as they fall. The dinner was excellent. Not only that I found the conversation with Wilma and Shawn to be fun and informative. I wouldn't remember it the next day, but it was still fun and informative as it happened.When I left at 8 pm, Shawn and Wilma both came out to watch me ride away. I enjoyed showing off for them. I suppose there was at least a little bit of exhibitionist as well as voyeur in me. The ride home too about twenty minutes putting me in my condo a little after 8:30PM. It took a few minutes. ’ David smiled ‘Paul the Boers were never my enemies. You were in a war, were for the ordinary soldier, the rules are clear, kill or be killed. The rights and wrongs off the war don’t matter, only survival. N’debi, who will be going with you to help build your farm, was once your enemy. The Boers drove them, the Matabele from their land and took their cattle. But he doesn’t hate the Boers. He said you won and they lost, has simple has that. The Gurkhas who will go with you once fought the.