The Captain made a call to the Kalashnikov brothers.“Yonnie, that fucking redneck mother fucker is back up here looking for a connection between us....e needs to go away.This time no warnings.Yes he blew up my car. I might have been in that thing.What do you mean, If he wanted me dead I’d be dead. The man is a redneck cop, not a soldier.Just do it Yonnie“Can we trace that call to Yonnie?” I asked.“We already have,” Gray said. “That bug is so sensitive, and our analyst so good, he can hear a mouse. I didn't want to leave such an obviously smelly bait so close to where I lived.I looked for sweet fruit such as berries. I mashed them with clean water and left them in an uncovered jug in the root cellar. I would need vinegar to pickle cucumbers and cabbage. There were several old stoneware crocks in the cellar that had survived. I'd definitely have a use for them.Regrettably, my fruit vinegar never caught yeast.Living in a tent in the rain got tiresome fast. There was just enough room to lay. When I finished, I headed back to the bedroom. Barbara was looking all sexy, propped against the headboard with the flowing gown spread out on the bed accentuating her sexy panties and her nice legs... and talking on the phone to her mother. Feeling a little playful, I jumped on the foot of the bed, lifted the hem of her gown and, without disturbing her phone call, crawled inside. As Barbara continued to talk to her mother, I kissed and nibbled my way slowly up her velvety thighs to her pussy.. .. boobs." Lynn, you don't mind if we call you Lynn, do you? You really have very nice boobs for a friend of our mothers." And I grabbed one and sucked it in to my mouth. Reflexively, Lynn put a hand to the back of my head to cradle it and gave a pleased little sigh. "Now be a good hostess and give John a kiss and a taste of those lovelies" By now Lynn knew the end of this story, she was smart enough to know that if something is inevitable, you might as well relax and enjoy it. I got a kiss and.