"Professor Jackson, the man you were with a few minutes ago." "Oh no. We just met." The clean shaven man commented that the Professor was a regular ...and popular with all the women. I found that easy to understand. It turns out he was a professor of African studies at the college near my house. "Oh my God!" I thought. After a few more sips, I got up enough nerve to ask them something about protocol. "Do they normally allow threesomes here?" They told me it happens but most of the ladies. But O’Hara took acceptation to his description of events: ‘Oh, bullshit. You cupped your hand against my crotch, from behind, mister!’ she shrieked. The fact that her voice went up three octaves nearly caused my glasses fall from my face. Then the other male involved spoke up: ‘Sir! I may have gotten a bit overzealous in my actions, but I assure you that the touch I gave her wasn’t meant to disturb her,’ said Warrant Officer McIntyre. Again, O’Hara ardently protested his assertion: ‘You. " Disappointing," said Freddie. He wasn't sure whether he should be pleased or not. On one hand, it made things more difficult, perhaps they'd go and find somewhere else to dig. On the other hand, he didn't imagine that they would be put off so easily and it meant that it would all take longer."Well maybe. There is something though. And when we get the results from the GPR," she pointed to Danni who, wearing a bikini that looked designed for lounging rather than working, was dragging a heavy. Carol was all hugs and kisses, but I just wasn't into it, we got dressed and headed to the river. There was not much going on at the party, I stayed for about an hour then left Carol there with Donna. I rode into town and got a burger and coke, then headed home. I pulled into the driveway, Aunt Madeline and Donna were loading there bags into the trunk of there car. I asked if they were leaving, Madeline told me her husband, Uncle Ken had called and the company he worked for had asked him to.