I was drunk and having a good time. After he was finished, we had a few more drinks. I couldn't even see by this point. We kissed a few times. He was ...a really good kisser. I had no idea what was in store for me after we left. Maybe we would have sex. I really didn't know what would happen. I just knew I was drunk and barely could see.We just kissed a lot in his car and then he drove me back to my girlfriend’s house. He did mention that he was married and that his wife never gave him oral sex. I. That was a little awkward; Scooter had become used to having Norma and Barbie do a lot of that, and they weren't with them this time. As people worked on their sandwiches and cans of soda, Crystal spent a lot more time going over the orientation to get people set for the river, and warned them there would be another go around when they got into camp. There were things she'd go over again as needed, she told them.Soon, they were back on the water. After running a couple miles more, they floated. You are our troubleshooter, so troubleshoot.'I immediately spoke to the auditor who had brought me in and asked for the senior man. He pointed me to woman in her late thirties. 'Oops!' I thought at my sexist question. I went over to the woman, who was immaculately dressed in a pinstripe business suit, and introduced myself and what my new role was. She seemed shocked when she took in my age and appearance, but that was soon hidden behind her professional smile. I asked her what I could do to. It seemed to be coming from behind the bookshelf.Stanley walked over to the large sturdy shelf and stuck an ear up to it.He could feel a slight breeze on his face. He looked at the windows --all shut. Stanley checked the back of the bookshelf. Instead of finding aspace between the bookshelf and the wall, he saw that they were flushtogether, as if they were connected. The bookshelf must be hiding asecret passage, he realized.Then from behind the bookshelf he heard a new sound -- a series.