The monotonous scenery of late winter farmland didn't help, nor did last night's restiveness. I fell asleep. * * *I woke up slowly. Something wasn'... right. I wasn't in a car any more. That was certain. Or if I was, it wasn't moving, and I was lying on the back seat. No, that wasn't right. I was definitely not in a car; I was too comfortable for that. I had to be lying on a couch or bed. How had I gotten there? Surely being moved from the car would have awakened me?That wasn't the only thing. " Don't worry about it, Bob. I'll sort it out."That pretty much summed things up for me. There was no misunderstanding. It was just a stupid husband who had no idea what was going on in his own house. Ten minutes later, I cancelled her cell phone service. Now, she couldn't call home.I was on my way back to the house when I got a cell phone call. The police in Cedar Rapids found the Mustang parked in the bus station depot parking lot. It had been towed to an impound lot and I could pick it up. The receptionist apologized and explainedthat the computer system was down, "Not MY problem is it?" Yvonne snapped back. The Receptionist stepped back slightly in surprise at her retort. It seemed to take forever for the intimidated receptionist to find her booking;it was a relief to finally get into the Hotel room and check the damage toher caused by the long flight and seemingly endless attempts by locals to makeher life difficult. She looked at herself in the mirror, her long red hair dry. She was wearing her green lime thong. Just the bottom, she was topless. I stared at her as she came down to the pool and she smiled at me, greeting me and kissing my lips. As the guys went after a cold beer I took Anita`s arm and turned her so I could whisper: “What the hell are you doing?” She smiled and took my hand out from her arm, then she said: “Oh I have no introduced you the gang yet” “You said the gang??” I asked her in surprise “Yes, honey, this is my personal gang bang gang”. The.