Yes, there was no doubt about it. I was somewhere in China.My thoughts turned to the three women; they were nowhere in sight. It sure appeared that we...d parted ways back at the airport. And to think I hadn't had the chance to wish them good luck and godspeed.I was directed into the ramshackle building by my two latest custodians. They motioned me into a small room on the first floor. I was surprised to see that the room was clean, with fresh white paint, although it was virtually empty. One of. He knew that his wives had been using treadmills since he had started them jogging, but he marveled at their tenacity in apparently overcoming the boredom. He had used the stair machine for longer than he generally did — mostly to get away from the treadmill.Sheriff Tate walked in carrying two cups of coffee. "Your, uh ... wives sent you this," he said, putting a cup down on the table next to Jeff. "Sorry about that," he said. "It just seems ... odd to say wives instead of wife. Hell, I don't. " I cooed, "I hadn't thought of that." I've thought of her crouching outside our door, hearing us fucking the shit out of each other and maybe touching herself. Better yet, her bedroom window does over look the pool and you and I did a lot of late night skinny dipping this past summer." So maybe this wasn't the first time?" Who knows, but I bet it's the best view she's ever gotten." He laughed."She seems so sweet though, think it's an act?" I asked."Not at all. Her parents were pretty damn. We began to chat but I was on autopilot as I began to think back to theyear I was Dana's dorm-mate. It was a tight group of men on the floorand we went out drinking all year long. Dana never failed to bring adifferent woman back to his room. You could divide the dorm into fourgroups: straight men who were jealous of Dana; gays who wanted to fuckhim, women who desperately wanted to fuck him and women who had alreadyfucked him and wanted him to fuck them again.Dana was the hottest thing going.