" Walking all over the resort, she noticed, after a while, one particular guy (the same one she had seen on the lawn above her at the pool) seemed to... be following her as she walked around the resort. She would call me every once in a while to tell me what she was doing, who she was talking to, and that she noticed a guy was following her. While I had her on the phone, I told her to find the exercise spa and please, please, please, go have a little workout. She did, and a couple of men came. “Keep reading,” Veronica instructed firmly. “I watched, barely unable to believe my eyes, as I saw my wife move the fingers of her right hand inside Emily’s white lace panties. Emily then gripped the edge of the desk as her body began to respond to the way my wife’s fingers were moving inside the flimsy material. They were still kissing; my wife’s tongue was pushing inside Emily’s mouth, and for the first time I began to hear her moaning loudly. Although it was muffled by the glass, I could. I smile inwardly at your act and know that it's convincing enough to fool the stewardess. You're good; your increasingly anxiety is obvious and even without looking at you I can tell you must appear very uncomfortable. Without having to press the call button, the stewardess approaches, leaning across me to ask if you're feeling ok. You respond as ordered, with obvious pain in your voice to lend a little more realism to the act. When the stewardess says that she's not sure she's got anything. The "Bivouac Baby Contest" was where Rob's pathology first surfaced. The winner of the contest was awarded a date with Camp Crowder's--Bivouac Baby--Laura Meehan.A handsome fellow, a Sergeant from supply won the contest. Laura was hesitant to fulfill the date. "Rob, I won't if you tell me not to." She looked intently for his response.But, Rob did not want to forbid it. And though he disliked Sergeant Williams he desired the date to take place."No, Laura, it wouldn't be right for you to refuse.".