After she parked the car we got out and she immediately lit a cigarette. Janice had smoked for as long as I knew her. I had smoked for a long time but... gave it up about 15 years ago. With her, the act of smoking a cigarette was somehow erotic, the way she did it appealed to me in a perverse kind of way. She always offered one to me and I almost always accepted it. I didn't want her to feel alone as she smoked. Once we were done we went inside. Janice was a wine drinker, so we shared a bottle of. You got four minutes left.”We could hear them jawin’ and three minutes later three rifles and about half a dozen pistols got tossed out of the mine. “We’re comin’ out with our hands up! Don’t shoot!”Thirteen men came out hands held high. I singled one out. “Any more? If I find out you’re lyin’ I’ll hang the whole bunch.”He shakily admitted there were three more inside. I thought about it for about thirty seconds and started shooting into the mine. Gal joined me and soon our whole group was. He also thought I was attractive too. We got along really well.He asked me, if I would like to go back to his house and get to know each other better. I accepted and we left the bar. He told me to follow him. I nearly fainted he drove a 928 Porsche. I was so excited thinking this guy is rich. He lived about thirty minutes away.Once we got back to his house, he told me he was a producer for B rated horror films. His house was so strange. He had models of monsters all over his house. Pictures of. Still without success. By then you were frantic in struggling to free me from my clothes. Any clothes you could have mastered in undoing, would conquer your goal, but instead you only ended up looking like a hungry dog desperately scratching and pawing at the ground search of his favorite buried bone. In turn I began trying to free your shirt, but my fingers acted just as clumsily, until laughter broke the kiss and we both rolled back onto the bed, ‘We’re supposed to be worn out after we get.