We though that our primary goal at this time should be gathering information. To this end, we asked Sue, who, by this time, wanted to be known as Sue ...Sullivan, to trail and report on Harvey Johnson, our most likely suspect.As part of our investigation of the Brotherhood, I suggested that we form an operation called "The New Mexico Territory Historical Preservation Society." We could get a charter as an organization who's aim was to preserve a detailed account of the history of NMT. We would. She was also very thin; ribs prominently showing thin. She was not the beauty Carol was; yet there was a sensuality about her that made her attractive. She moved in slow motion, and flowed through the open door. A slight smile, a delicate look of lust, and a deep, extended gaze into my eyes, took me by surprise, and I stepped back to let her pass. Jill had on a summer version of a white low-cut, cable-knit sweater, with short sleeves, and tight, faded jeans. Her blonde hair was parted on the. After laughing we said we were, but wanted to know what it was before we agreed. She told us what she had in mind. She obviously had either played this game before or had been thinking about the encounter as much as I had.Mina went on to explain that she wanted the four of us to get oiled down and then sit in a circle facing each other. We were all to play with ourselves while the others watched. We would each get a chance to stand up while the other three were sitting and walk to the others. ‘We don’t drink piss,’ we said in unison. We laughed. An old joke between us that was lost on our waitress and anyone else in the world who wasn’t us. I knew we had had too much to drink. So we did the only thing we could do. ‘We’ll just start at the top again, ‘ I said, and Carl smiled and tipped his empty glass to me. The waitress rolled her eyes and headed off to get us another pair of Brown Dead Eyes. I was feeling no pain. ‘I don’t want to hate her anymore,’ I slurred slightly to Carl.