Can't say I blame them. But I simplycouldn't stay so I dashed for the dig. I entered the tunnels we hadjust uncovered and figured to hide until the fi...ghting ended and Wazuriwas killed or gone.Next thing I knew a mortar shell made a direct hit on the dig and itfelt like I was caught in the middle of an earthquake. The ground gaveway and I was pulled down with a ton of dirt. I was knocked unconsciousand have no idea how long I was out, but when I awoke it was totallyblack and I couldn't see a. Barb felt that is just what she needed as she stood in this elegant room naked as the day she was born. Unknown to her, things were about to go to the next level. The wine, like all the drinks that Barb would consume, had small amounts of d**gs that would elevate her sexual libido. They were not for the purpose of making her a horny slut. Neither were they designed to knock her out. They would simple relax those inhibitions of a small town girl and replace them with feelings of a matured woman. “Now wait a minute! You can’t -- ” cried Terri as stuffed the credit card she had just pulled out back into her wallet. As she tried to stuff the wallet back in her purse and run after her friend at the same time, half the contents of her purse rained out on the booth seat. She swore as she turned in the seat and started stuffing the contents back in her purse. By the time she got everything back in her purse and got to the register she arrived just in time to see the cashier hand Audrianna her. Like most people on Craigslist, they turned out to be fakers. Cowards. Mere fantasists. I understood, believe me. I myself had failed to show up for more than a few dubious get-togethers with strangers.So Frank was stuck with me. Just me. I liked it that way; Frank didn’t. I was jealous. Covetous, I guess, is the better word. I wanted that big pleasurable magic wand of his all to myself. Although...if that mythical third person had turned out to be a top, like Frank, and no matter who went.