Jerry and the crew left most of the lighting and sound equipment after unplugging everything. We promised to take good care of the house and equipment... Since we were all dressed up and looking nice, we headed out to a restaurant-lounge, had a few drinks and then a nice dinner together.Jasmine had the men rotate who got the single bed partner for the evening, and then had us draw for our female partners. Barry became the man who only got one female partner for the night. Jasmine was that partner. I turned and saw arather attractive but confused woman standing behind me. She wasprofessionally dressed in a cashmere skirt and modest white blouse. Herhair was dark and cut short, but not severely so."Damn!" she uttered. "It works!" What works?" Walt demanded. "And who are you? And how did you get inhere without us seeing you?"I shot him an angry look for asking such rude questions, but to myself Iadmitted that I was curious about all of those things myself."I... I'm Professor Bordman," she. That is what I thought was happening. My one eye spied pussy, and I prepared myself for her delights, but Master steered me lower. He smothered me in a liquid that blinded me. No, Master. No. I had a very bad feeling about this. He pushed me against the tightest hole I had ever felt. It didn't look like pussy. It was puckered and didn't want to let me in. There were no pretty lips to welcome me. But, Master was stubborn and kept pushing me. Finally, I entered and whoa! I can't really describe. I did want to see if there was a Buddy Holly museum. I saw a couple of signs and followed them to an old house that was converted to a museum of sorts.I stopped and stretched as I looked around. It didn't seem like the sort of museum I would imagine for Buddy Holly but not everyone liked him either.I secured my helmet and jacket to the bike and went up to pay my $1 and look at the birthplace of Buddy Holly. I was less than impressed. Sure, they had the obligatory childhood pictures but it just.