The salesman wanted the store to buy it and put it on display.I listened to his overbearing sales pitch and could see Alan was getting a little hot un...der the collar. I suggested the salesman should leave the bed at no cost to Watsons. He turned on me and snarled "I'm talking to the manager kid not some snotty little office boy so piss off." Mr James is not the 'snotty little office' boy you imagine him to be but the owner of the store, if you had any chance of getting your bed on show in this. We were all drinking, and I was losing badly, we got to the point where we were too drunk to care about money bets, and A was being a little horny. He suggested we place dares (I know a little juvenile) instead of bets. It started as small stupid stuff, downing beers, texting out wife's stupid shit, till A decided to take it up a notch. Again I was still losing, badly on this had (the bigger the bet the more serious the dare) and A daring me to strip. I wasn't going to back out, and I was. " Phyllis removed her sun hat and quietly said, "As I said, it's a long story." Sandy said nothing but gave Phyllis an understanding nod. Phyllis didn't exactly blurt out her story but let it fall out in tiny pieces like chards of a broken glass. It might have been the wine or just a sense of relief but at that point Phyllis just opened up and began revealing all of her secrets to Sandy. "Life is so complicated, Sandy. You and everyone knows that Bob and I have been separated for over a year. I. "Invaders."I had left off wearing my pistol, in the false security that we were safe. So I dashed back into our house, grabbed my pistol and my pump action shotgun. Marjorie grabbed her shotgun, and Hild got hers. All the others, when I went outside, were armed with the bows and arrows and well spread out covering the roadway.About five of these fierce yelling blue painted nude men, got to the northern edge of our village, stopped and stared at our village. The one in the middle, who was.