“Mmmm man bits, you sure this is okay, Leslie?” giggled Jules. “Go for it girl, and give a bit of a wank, it’s a lot more impressive when you...give it some encouragement,” Leslie called out over her shoulder. Leaning into me, she whispered, “You don’t mind having a bit of fun, do you dear?” I shook my head with enthusiasm. Clearly telling her I was happy to see things progress. Jules drove into her assignment head first. My boxers were ripped away in one fluid motion, I don’t even recall. “Sultan Mike has come to discuss a deal with you,” Anuk interjected, hoping to discuss a more pleasant subject.“A deal?” the Sultan asked, perking up. I unrolled the much-marked-upon map I brought from Tlemcen. Pointing to the peninsula where Bizerte was located, I explained the area I wanted to divest myself of, and why, and admitted that I had no idea if any of my territory lay to the south of the coastal mountains, but he was welcome to that territory as well until reaching the frontiers of. I used to be the type of guy who was totally against this kind of stuff until 1 night watching a porn with my wife that was full of swingers. Ever since, the door has been open for my wife to fuck other men. We have been married for 20 years now, and in that 20 yrs, she has been fucked by at least 9 other men, some of the men she has fucked several times. She has given oral to about 10 other men without full intercourse, and has had a bisexual encounter with another woman 3 times. She has had 1. But I had itchy feet. I hit the road again. In mid-winter, I hitchhiked east, toward Boston, for more adventures. I ended up stuck in the East Village in New York City. More about that later. I was in for another hitchhiking marathon, with surprises. I wanted to thumb eastward along a southern route. My rides went elsewhere. Long rides took me the length of the unfinished I-15 highway from San Diego to Sweetgrass, Montana on the Canadian border. I saw the northern lights. I shivered. The trip.