I have my tent and all my gear in the back of the truck. I have thirty days worth of vacation time and I wanted to spend the time away from towns and ...cities. Anyway motels are too expensive.’ I explained. ‘You’re right about motels. I had planned on staying in the car two nights out of three. Camping? I don’t know, you’ve got only the one tent?’ ‘Well, yes. You can sleep in the truck, if it will make you feel safer. I’m not too sure how comfortable it would be. I’ve slept there and didn’t get. ”“I need those names, please. I have to give them to the FBI. If they don’t do anything, they’ll be in the clear. Here’s my question, if your dad and Matheson conspire, who can beat them at their own game? It has to be someone who’s willing to take a big risk.”“I know just the person who would LOVE a chance to fuck over my dad. Remember that guy I told you about who screwed my dad? Well, Dad made his life a living hell. He’ll be up for some good old-fashioned revenge.”“I take it you know how to. Instead, she looks back at the screen, wondering what Mitch will do. When she feels his hand on her leg, she knows what he has in mind. She immediately feels her pussy gush with excitement. She'd taken a sweater into the theater, because sometimes they kept it too cold. It sure came in handy as she put it over her lap. Mitch slipped his hand underneath the sweater and felt Kandy spread her legs in anticipation. She was wearing a dress, which made access easy for him. His fingers went directly. "My God, Dennis, how could you say such a thing? You've caused Miss Stringfellow unnecessary alarm with this preposterous statement."A bemused expression crossed Dennis' face, but he was quick in his reply, "Unnecessary alarm? I doubt that. We have every reason to mistrust the Reds. We shouldn't underestimate them either. Their goal is fairly obvious. At least it should be to our military men, and of course Harry Truman's seen Stalin's mind work up close."Miss Stringfellow was nervously.