I tried to concentrate and remember the training lectures in the event of an emergency like this. Think. Think. But I knew the game was up. That I was...screwed big time. I was going to die here in this wilderness alone and afraid as the snow began to lightly fall all around me.I GRANT YOU ONE WISH, HARRY. I tried to move but it was no use. I could barely raise my head. I was done.Each breath was torture now. My lungs were shot. It felt like I was drowning as I rasped and wheezed trying to draw. A lame mother was hard enough tobear, a lame mother who has already had to buy herdaughter one full set of new bras is harder still tobear… and if my chest doesn’t stop growing real soon,mother’s going to have to get a third set in twomonths. And if the lamers at school notice, they aregoing to start making cow jokes and never stop.“Kristie,” her mother demanded.Oh lame, Mother. There is no one else in the house! Getreal! I mean, we both know who I am, or are. "Whatever," the bartender said."Is she new or something," he asked."She's been here a couple of months," he said and walked on to one of the other customers buying drinks for a dancer on break."Sounds like she is legit. Two months for a sleeper is fine, if she is a spy. That ain't what we have to worry about. When the people in Miami send someone, it will be job specific," I said."I would have to agree with that, besides this is a shitty cover job for a specific female target," The Brit said.. ” I was still stunned, but managed to get over my embarrassment and said, “I didn’t think you could hear me.” I stammered a bit and continued, “I hear you doing it and I get hot.” I could see the bulge in his pants before he even said it, “I get hard just thinking about it.” I said, “I know, I can see that.” He put his hand over his tent and gave it a squeeze and squirmed a bit. He repositioned it pointing up toward his middle. I guess it was uncomfortably constrained pointing down. Not.