"All of my strength is gone." 'Do you want to be experimented on?' That motivated him: Jim jumped for the top of the wooden fence. Hanging on, he was ...able to swing up to where he could get a soft thigh over it. He lost a now too large sandal. An alarm went off and the yard lights went on. Neighborhood dogs barked. He fell over, onto the back of his narrower shoulders. "Ow, man! If I wasn't already hurting, I'd feel that!" 'No time: Hurry!' Managing to get up, Jim stumbled forward. "Where are we. Under the anonymity provided by the professional traffic I boxed the money (still wrapped in Saran wrap) and moved it to the storage shelves within the bus. I grabbed the can of easy-off, locked the bus door behind me and drove the u-haul van over to the restaurant parking lot. There I sprayed the interior with the easy-off to eliminate any partial prints or proteins that could be used to identify me. I was back to wearing a polo shirt and chinos with sneakers. The coverall and cap went into a. There were six more, but the others were pretty far out. Read it over and see what you think of it. It's a couple, not exactly what we had in mind, but they sound sincere and just as worried about keeping things discreet as we are."Janice looked back at the letter and read it carefully. The idea of a foursome hadn't entered her mind; her tastes ran to making it with another woman while Don satisfied himself with the other broad at the same time. On the other hand, the possibilities a foursome. IN ONE-HALF MILE, MERGE RIGHT ONTO I-85 SOUTH, the GPS voice said."Carla, Baby, I know how to get there. The place is less than two hours out of Atlanta. I have been past it several times. We don't have to have that thing on now," Fred laughed."Well, Jessica and I don't know anything about Georgia, and we love to hear Sweet Thing telling you what to do," Carla said, referring to the female voice on their new GPS system.MERGE RIGHT!"Okay, okay," Fred answered the computer voice. "I'm merging.