"What was it like?" Different," Shelly replied with a slight grin. "I don't have much experience with guys and none with girls. But, well, I've known ... was interested in girls, too, for a while now I guess. I thought it might be because I wasn't really happy with Eric. But now I know it isn't just that." I'd noticed you checking Mary and me from time to time," Rachelle said with a slight nod."What?" Mary said."I'll admit it," Shelly said. "I've checked you out when we were at the pool or trying. The pleasure of his strong hands touching her like that made her moan against his skin. Her hands moved to his belt, fumbling to undo it and unzip his jeans. She pushed his jeans and boxers down with trembling fingers. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans, not letting go of her breasts the whole time. She teased his hard cock through his boxers, the heat of it radiating through them. “I’ve always had a fantasy of having sex in the ring,” he whispered as he pressed her to him. Accounts of how the NKVD, the Soviet Secret Police used torture and brainwashing techniques intrigued him, and he read all he could about them. One method of execution especially attracted him. Prisoners would be escorted along a white tiled underground corridor, and, at a given signal, the NKVD agent who walked behind would raise his pistol and shoot the prisoner at the point where the base of the skull met the atlas bone, the first cervical vertebra. The lowly guards would then drag the body. And Mrs. Jones,’ Kate says in a whisper, but I still hear it. ‘Okay, please follow me,’ the hostess grabs a couple of menus and ushers us to our table. She finds our table, a two seated booth on a far right wall looking outside towards a huge field. We order our drinks, lemon-water for me of course and a Dr. Pepper for Kate. Then the hostess walks away. I look at Kate, with a neutral expression. She speaks, ‘please don’t be mad at me,’ her voice sounds worried as well as her expression, ‘I.