"Thank you for theescort, Mr. Gregg." Please," he said. "Jason." Jason the bartender," Gina said."That's me," he said. He turned to Dee Ann, "Will you... two be comingback? I know it's not exactly your kind of place, but the regulars arereally friendly when you get to know them." Drumming up business?" Dee Ann teased."Actually, I'd like to see you again," he said.Dee Ann wasn't sure what to say. The mood had changed suddenly,becoming more intimate."I don't really date," she finally said.He nodded.. But at least he was fast asleep, apparently unharmed.My date with Emily Anne Shreve had been a much more momentous event than I had ever expected. She was going to be expecting a call from me, tomorrow (well -- later today) and we would make plans for a second date. She understood that I had games to play every night for the home stand in Frederick, and that, eight days from now, we'd be on the road again, heading for Wilmington, Delaware for a three-game set.I was a happy man. Emily Anne. Emma did the same, and my eyes bugged out to see that both girls had butt-plugs inserted up their assholes, Eden’s in lime green and Emma’s in hot pink. Eden even reached over to grab the pink plastic ring protruding out from Emma’s anus, using it to wiggle the plug around the inside of her baby sister’s butt.Emma moaned until Eden stopped messing around with her butt plug, and Eden stood up to smile at me. “You have NO idea how horny we are right now.” And with that, she climbed onto the bed. Roused by the talk, Terry sat up on the bed and reached for his pareo, tying it around his waist, listening carefully.Pru went on. "What day was the festival, Jazz? Think."Jazira pulled herself together with an effort. "The festival was day before yesterday. We went there about 1700. I last saw Zahl about half ten. I haven't seen or heard anything since, Pru." Has anyone contacted you?" You mean, ransom notes or messages? No, nothing ... Nothing. Just routine calls from people I know." Did you.