This turned out not to be a problem for either of us, as Don couldn’t get away on the planned night.Of course, what I didn’t think of at the time ...was that if we invited these guys to our house, they then would know exactly where we lived and could visit Maryanne whenever they pleased. Nothing I could do about it now, as it was pretty much agreed that as soon as Don could arrange a time when at least three or four of them were available, more if possible, then he would set it up and let us. “Oh, you DO have limits, then.” And she picked three pair. Pastels. Hip-huggers. I bit the inside of my mouth.A package of socks went on top of my pile, then as we headed out to the cashier, she stopped at the perfume counter. She eyed the fanciful array of bottles, picked one. Spritzed one wrist. Rubbed it against the other, then offered that to me. “Yes or no?”“Nobody I know of wears that.” I didn’t add that I was not recently close enough to a woman to really smell her perfume, but... “Yes.. The prominent emotion on his face was one of puzzlement, but hidden behind that was a lustful desire. Carol felt her skin grow hot and start to prickle. June’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was a small hint of a grin tugging on the corner of her mouth. She felt like jumping from a huge cliff, but there was no way to turn back. “I heard you," she confessed. "I mean, last night. I went to fetch me a glass of water, and your door wasn’t closed, and…” She closed her eyes. Her skin was burning. “Hello,” Nicole croaked. The man quickly turned toward her.“I see your awake,” his deep sounding voice replied. She estimated that he had to be well under five foot tall. Maybe four foot-six or even shorter.“Where am I?”“You were in a plane crash.”She nodded her head, “But where?”“The interior of Alaska, about one hundred miles south of Barrow.Do you want something to eat?”“Not now,” her voice slowly returned. “I’m thirsty and need something for the pain. When I was out, I didn’t feel.