" She leaned over to peer at Megan's drink. "What'sthat?" Fuzzy navel. You want to try it?"Robyn took a sip and tasted peachy orangey sweetness. This ...was good. Noneof that sharp alcohol taste. She waved to the waitress to bring her oneand slid the nasty bourbon over to Jim.Two fuzzy navels later and Robyn was feeling great. She was swaying to themusic in her seat and really getting into the butt kicking beat. She'dmostly been conversing with Jim and some of the nicer revelers. And alltoo often. ’ ‘Any communication gear?’ he asked. ‘Shit, didn’t check, just a minute. No, don’t see anything.’ ‘Okay Jacobs, thanks for the info. Now what’s your agenda, you some kind of Rambo?’ ‘No Chief, I just happened to be here at the wrong time. My only agenda it to see how many other families I can get out of here. Chief, I’m sixty five and though I don’t have a death wish but if it happens, it happens. It’s a risk I’m willing to take if I can save some other folks.’ ‘Just tell your people not to. Come on tell the truth. Were you just perving on me?"Jake slumped back against the tree. His erection suddenly deflated and his balls sagged with defeat. "Yeah, I guess so. Sorry." He shrugged his shoulders. He just hoped she would not tell their parents. "I mean you were checking out my package and all earlier. So I um, well."Amy grunted and smiled. "Yeah, well guess you're right. Serves me right for perving on my little brother." She walked over to the tree and sat beside Jake. "So how much. A distinctly provocative gesture, I thought, asif I were checking someone out. Well, I was. Myself."Get your purse, Barbie, we've got to run if we want to be on time."I returned to the bed, tossed everything back in the wristlet and purse,stuck my left arm through the straps and pulled them over my head torest on the opposite shoulder. Instinctively, it seemed the right thingto do, my subconscious instantly calculating that this would allow mydominant right hand to reach over when I needed.