So he goes out and comes back half a day later all beaten bruised bloody and totally trashed. And the other two hunters ask what happened and he says,...''I see tracks I follow tracks, I get hit by train!''3 Men in Saudi ArabiaAn American, a Dutchman and a Frenchman are inSaudi Arabia, sharing a smuggled crate of booze.Then Saudi police rush in and arrest them.The mere possession of alcohol is a severe offense in Saudi Arabia.For the terrible crime of actually being caught consuming the booze,. He's going to tell on us for wetting his pants and on George andthose guys for what they did to him." Well, I can handle the heat. I'm sticking to my story. Ha Ha. But hebetter think twice about squealing to anyone about those guys. Theywill beat the crap out of him. You better let him know what he'sletting himself in for before he spills the beans. And I still have allthose pictures of him that could get passed all over school." Oh, Emily I don't know. I mean he's been so humiliated. He moves a little and tries to sit up, but whatever it is in his chest catches him again and he sinks back. I go over and hold out my hand to help, and between us we get him into a sitting position. I leave him there and go for the soup, zapping it a few seconds more and pouring it into a mug.When I turn to take it over to him he’s still sitting and looking around, and his eyes are very wide. He’s still disoriented, I think; he acts like nothing at all he’s seeing is even a little bit. Kelsea stood up abruptly and shouted, “I got shotgun!” Randy looked at her, puzzled and Savannah explained. “We like lots of oral play and she wants to sit on your face first – “shotgun” -- she calls it,” Savannah said. “Whatever,” Randy answered. “Where shall we go?” “To my hotel, right across the street!” said Kelsea. The next twenty minutes went by like a heartbeat and Randy found himself standing naked in the hotel bedroom as the girls finished undressing each other. Kelsea reached out.