I saw the trip to Texas as a way to be completely out of state and have a rock solid alibi when the revenge was taken. All I needed was one more major... ingredient. I needed a man to handle the actual delivery of the pain and suffering.I knew of a man who was almost as good a friend as Jimmy had been. His name was Sam. He was from somewhere down in southern Georgia. His family ran a small logging operation. I met him in Memphis where we were both going to Aviation Training Schools after boot camp. He slid my leggings as well from the waist to leave me with just the panties. Tushar unclipped my bra and the panties to get them off. I asked him to be in his underwear to wash them off, he couldn't deny to any of my wise words. He stayed in his underwear whole time when washing, how ironic of a tale was this?I did the dinner after coming back in the kitchen. I served the dinner on the table before Tushar came out of the bathroom. He had his shine back on his face. We ate together in the. Using the flash light I brought from my house I searched to see if there was an easy way to get out. After a quick look around it was obvious that there were only two ways to get out of the cellar. Go upstairs through the kitchen, which would be suicide or climb back out through the coal chute door.The coal chute presented its own problems for me. The bottom edge of the chute was a little over two feet above my head, which meant that I couldn't just open the door and crawl out. The chute door. As I hoped, thedress I had selected fitted me almost perfectly and Amanda would nip andtuck where it was needed to make its fit faultless. I bought a pair ofblue faux-suede high heels to match my dress, a pair of white satinpanties and matching strapless padded bra. I also bought a pairexpensive, sheer-to-the waist glossy flesh-toned pantyhose.We found a store that sold good quality costume jewellery and despite myclaims that we were already spending too much money, Amanda splurged outon.