Back to our story the party was almost over rather uneventful, I had quite a bit to drink, and was horny as hell, as everyone left Lee and his girlfri...nd Tara had said I could spend the night since I wasn't driving, so I agreed. As we all watched TV and chilled on the couch, Lee and Tara had been making out a bit, and had a blanket over their lap, they could tell I was interested, and then Lee whispered in Tara's ear, she then looked at me and said, are we going to have a good time or not? I. In the back seat of a car? No. Did I ever have sex at all? I complained to her that Frank and I had a full-filling sex life. Heather was laughing hysterically. She said "full-filling sex" sounded like missionary style late Saturday nights. Did poor Becky know what really hot fucking was? By now I was blushing deep red. Does little Becky know how to give head? I twinged and almost drove the car off the road. Heather was shouting that she figured I was sexually starved. No to worry she said. Do. To be fair, I was forty-three and she had me when she was nineteen, so that put her at sixty-two. For that age, she wasn’t too badly off. She was close to retirement age, but had yet to give in to that urge. Some of that was that she loved her work as an advice columnist for a local rag. I often wondered about the advice that she gave, but no serious lawsuits happened, so perhaps she wasn’t too bad at it. Then again, she got one or two death threats, that wasn’t too shocking for her. Haflor agreed, reluctantly. If they lost the horse, it would slow them down significantly. Roland kept a sharp eye out for a good spot to camp. Almost an hour later, he saw the perfect place.It was a small rise, with enough trees standing to create a very nice shelter against the wind and the rain. It took him only twenty minutes before he had a place set up for himself. Next, he spent another twenty minutes finding enough dry bedding to sleep on. Everything was damp, but with his waterproofed.