I was shocked. They were seriously considering my stupid idea. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it, so I asked them: "Really, ...ou would do it?"Amy's response was quick, definitely quicker than I expected: "Sure, let's meet up at Bedford Ave in front of the caféteria at 1 AM. It's close to the highway and we can hitchhike to the mountains. There's usually a lot of traffic there at that time for some reason and I'm sure we can do it."My sister was a bit reluctant: " Matt,. Reaching up, I felt what seemed like glass, and when I pushed it went up and the fog dissipated. I was in a room, lying on a table, and I turned my head to look around. The white room had several counters that had what I assumed were computers on them.I sat up, and slid my feet over the edge of the bed, as I continued to look around. I noticed I was naked, but that didn't bother me. What bothered me was I didn't know where Nancy and her cousins were, as I slid off the bed and stood up.I walked. At least she told herself that she had the strength to control the situation to that extent.She visualized the encounter she planned with him this evening -- kissing, caressing, unbuttoning, intimate parts of their bodies exposed, then touched and kissed, her excitement increasing, his rising, male smells, female smells, insertion, more excitement, her climax, his discharge, and her hope that he will cuddle her gently after the act is over.She was reading in the magazine about how a man loves. He was so vain even after all these years. To drag her into one of his old haunts was so very much his style.She turned back to the bar. The bartender kept smiling at her with that "so whatcha doing later" smile. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail despite the fact the man had began to lose his hair way too early in life. His shirt hung open showing a golden cross peaking out of the deep growth of chest hair. The cross made her smile. She wondered why men like him wear them. She was.