We were dreadfully exhausted by the time we were to head back. The extreme violence of the wind had ceased, but it was snowing hard and dark as pitch....We kept wandering off what passed for a road. We were four hours on that 'road, ' snow and wind in our faces all the way. At one time Captain Louden called a halt to tell us anyone who fell out would have to "lie and die" as he fell. This roused us sufficiently enough so that we all made camp. It had ceased snowing, but the wind was blowing. "I admit it has its drawbacks," Sandra replied thoughtfully, "but surely its usefulness outweighs any disadvantages."She felt curiously elated, a girlish thrill surging through her as she talked with McLean. He had lingered in the kitchen after attending to the cows, giving them their annual Tuberculosis test, and had accepted with alacrity her offer of a drink. She felt like a new woman as she talked with him, his comparative urbanity infusing her with liveliness, and his intelligent. Well I didn't know until he said, "My name is Wade Jordan." You are a tall black man named Jordan, I have to ask. Are you any kin to the ball player?" I asked."No but I'm pretty good at the pickup games in Capitol City." he said."That is very good," I replied."Would you like to waive your right to an attorney?' he asked."Afraid not," I replied."So how about we chat off the record and with nothing you say being used against you?" he asked."You do realize how dangerous that is for both of us," I. I tell her she looks fantastic. She smiles and thanks me, playfully turning around and sticking out her perky ass. She turns her head and says jokingly, "I'm feeling frisky." She shakes her ass a little, and I laugh. If she only knew what I'm gonna be doing to that ass later tonight. We get to the bar and party hard with her friends. We all dance. Christine definitely knows how to move her body. It's hot watching her gyrate and sweat to the music. Guys definitely notice and flirt with her. She.