They traded life stories. Once they got to the Cascades the bus started to inch its way up the mountain of I-90/94. It was snowing outside and each mi...le up the incline it seemed to be snowing harder. Nancy shared a granola bar with Irma."Might as well break this out," Irma said in dark, pulling out a bottle of wine and two plastic cups. She poured each a half and put the cap back on the neck of the bottle."Thank you," Nancy sipped it. She felt the warmth his her almost empty stomach and it. The eight guys dressed and left. I dressed and left for my RV. The three said their goodbyes as they would leave in the morning.I might, too. It would depend upon how I felt in the morning.I woke up in the morning planning to have an easy day. I lazed around drinking coffee and making a bit of breakfast while watching other RV’s leave. I thought about leaving but had a lot unpacked to do so quickly. I showered and dressed. Working on a shopping list, I figured to eat out for lunch and then buy. I have never told anyone what I am about to tell you. Our love is not without a lot of risk we both know that and have talked a lot about it. I take my side of the risks, because I love you. I understand you. I understand the lonely times, the lonely life rattling around in that enormous house where essentially your parents deserted you. I understand why, at least for a while, living here is such a neat adventure. You may grow tired of this at anytime, but I will take my risks. It is your. "I and one of the other girls are leaving late in the afternoon on Wednesday and flying home on Sunday night. The first trip Vicky went with me, as you saw on the shootout. I think she had a blast," I said. To a couple of shaking heads and moans followed by "The plan is to try to make 4 embassies on each flight," I said then added."When we get there we do the meet and greet with embassy staff including the ambassador and his/her family and then do the same with rest of the people there, then.