"Impressive, huh?" said Susan. "I had the same reaction the night that Bobby brought me here." Yeah," I agreed. "But I need to get moving." I headed d...own the corridor the guard had pointed out to me. A short distance down the public restrooms proclaimed themselves.Once I'd locked myself and my briefcase into a stall I immediately went to work. The first step was to detach the bullet casing from my key fob. Acetone was supposed to release superglue, and it did so readily. I carefully cleaned off. "Have I won the bet then, if you say yes and then you want me to prove it I will, however if I do, I can guarantee we will not be getting out of here before the early hours." Who's in here then?" Well that's Gerry behind the bar, he owns the place, Malc and Bruce are at the bar, Pat and Trigger are playing pool and Nigger has just walked in the door." Nigger? He's not African American."David chuckles. "He's not black either and if he were, he still wouldn't be an African American. His surname's. He had tried very hard to hit on me despite being quite drunk. I was amazed that he was up and around. I would have been nursing a serious hangover had I been him. He seemed to be doing just fine while he loaded his friends’ suitcases into the back of his red rental jeep. He spotted me watching him and started to walk over toward me. Oh dear, now I was in for it. He was an ex-army guy or something and still had the body. His arms swayed back and forth held out from his sides by bulging muscles.. My pants were hopelessly tented and there was no way I could inconspicuously hide that fact. She was pointedly looking at my groin and we both knew why I was embarrassed and why she was amused."Thank you," she said as I hastened to sit down. Looking straight into my eyes, she took a sip of her soda from the cup. The straw lay on the table top, still enclosed in its paper wrapping. She watched my face over the lip of her cup. She saw a flush of submissive embarrassment, not a flush of.