”“You know where I’m going to come then?”She reached for my hand, but talked to him, “You told me last night.”“Is that what you want?”...he squeezed, “Yes, I want to feel it.”They both turned their heads to look at me. I guess they expected more than my earlier nod.I found my perversion was as twisted as a pretzel, “Your girlfriend is supposed to be at peak fertility today, but I hope I already made her pregnant.”The Painful Welt’s words produced another welt, “I hope you didn’t.”His girlfriend. Tanya was confused but I promised to explain everything when she arrived.The rest of the evening was enjoyable. We ended up watching only one of the movies, The Towering Inferno, starring, among others, the former pro-football player OJ Simpson. He wasn’t very good and I thought he might be better at being a football analyst than an actor. Overall, the movie was entertaining, but nothing special. We ate snacks and talked, waiting for the magic hour of midnight.About five minutes before midnight. Ha. Door number one refers to Bethany and what I would be doing to her and door number two refers to my asshole, for more obvious reasons." Wow, I'm funny." Hilarious." Now, stop with your delay tactics and make up your mind." Door number ... Hey, look at the pink elephant over there!" Do you think I'm three years old or something? Are you going to try to poison BOTH cups? That's not going to work. Decide." It bought me a few more minutes. I figure if I can keep this up for another 47 hours and. ‘We gonna do this, or what?’ ‘You’re not with the Queen,’ he said. One mystery down. ‘Obviously.’ ‘Looking to sign up with the Earl? We’ve had more than few of your sort.’ ‘What do you think?’ He gave me a more careful appraisal. ‘Better come with us, then,’ he said, ‘and I’ll be having that sword.’ ‘You want it in the guts or the throat?’ There was more shuffling. He scoffed. ‘Cunny bitch. Fine. Keep it.’ That apparently decided, the soldiers sheathed their swords and I refrained from.