So I denied him. One day his wife came back. Dash was sad. Because we could not have another session of sex. But then he kept asking me to invite him ...o my house so that we can have some intimate fun. But thanks to my busy schedule I did not get time to do this. One evening, after a little relaxed work force at the clinic I decided to call Dash home and spend some time together. I proceeded to his house. After a long calling bell his wife appeared. As we both were known to each other, she. The small refinery they had was working overtime. When they finished what ever they did, the stuff was loaded into large shipping containers. I couldn't believe the value of that stuff. According to one of the geologists after being refined the rare earth assayed out at a Million credits a ton and those containers held ten tons each. There were eighty or ninety of the containers just stacked up under a huge tent. Talk about a target.My main concern was not all the ore, it was Marci. Our. Sara's bedroom was opposite the top of the stairs. Sara lay on the bed, her gown open displaying her long legs and the V of her black panties covering her arse showing. Sara just smiled, almost mockingly as if she knew the decision Ceri would make. Ceri poured two glasses, handing one to Sara, who simply took it from her."Given the circumstance, Ceri, do you not think you're a little overdressed? Down to your underwear if you wouldn't mind?"Ceri nervously removed her shirt and jeans, standing. * Hartwell moved forward snarling, ‘Bring it on Manning you fucker….’ Men cheered and drew closer in a tight crowd as the officers tried to break up the large group of men. Patrick moved backwards towards the outside of the crowd of men, glancing over his shoulder at the wall behind him. Manning moved forwards, his fists tight, his muscles bunched, his jaw clenched, and took a swing at Hartwell, connecting with his gut, causing a great deep cheer to rise up from the crowd watching as the bully.