Sue yelled out “I’m here where are you guys? In the bed room?? My heart stopped and then I realized she was joking. I acted like I could hear her ...and continued to repair the light. The next thing I knew I felt a warm hand on my legs and I was hoping it was Nancy. I looked down from the attic and there was Sue, her hands were working their way up my leg and towards my limp dick. Movements later she was sucking on the head of my dick just like her sister had done only hours earlier. She looked up. Vietnamese food for her and Dim, and prawns and french fries for me. Four of them, each near the size of turkey legs cost about 25 cents. The potatoes were about a dime. For them she had fixed rice, greens, and some Red Snapper fish. Something they both loved. We ate and visited, laughing about something that had happened in the tire shop a day or 2 back, and she told us about what she had seen at the market that morning. She told me that there was something she wanted to show me when we went. " Now, the heads nodded in understanding.We looked around the building and found a door, no windows, and no obvious damage to the roof. That gave me some hope. We started working at the door that was, of course, locked. Eric sent a couple of his men back for pry bars. When they returned, we used them to manage to damage the door enough to get it open. It would never close properly again without some serious repair work. We went inside and found a body that looked dried out. It looked like he. The road's somewhere in Utah, you know that much, but all that's out here is sand and plants and sand. No wonder you dozed off.According to the phone you've got another hour before civilization... you wonder if you can just find a spot out in the sand to sleep for a little while. It's not like you're gonna miss anything.It's been this way ever since you finished college - the wandering, the low-end jobs to keep you situated (before you inevitably get fired), the occasional flings with women.