"Leg it!" Danny yelled."We gonna leave him like that?" Tim asked.Drunken Santa was still kicking away as his trousers burned."He'll be fine," Danny sa...d. "Might take his pubes a while to grow back," he laughed.The gang dashed off down the alley. Tim glanced back at the still struggling tramp. He planted a solid kick on the side of the bin, toppling it over. Old coot should be able to get out now, he thought, before running off after the others.Their exhilarating dash through the back streets. .I heard the toilet flush...and," I'm so Sorry, I had to go after the long drive and we are family..."enjoy your shower" as the door closed...WTF...Am I dreaming?...no that didn't happen. Turning the shower off...reaching out and grabbing a towel...drying my body, wr****g a towel around my waist...siping my beer as I brushed my hair, and mustache..." she is hot"..." bad thought"...it is interesting and it has been 4 days alone. Pulling a tank top on and slipping into a pair of sweat pants I. .. Not inside the bugg, ever! This was not designed to come in contact with liquids ... You will clean it up."Sigmund held his finger in the air as if lecturing a bothersome child, his tone firm but not angry. Perhaps agitated, and from the look on his face, rightly so."I will clean it up, friend.", said the eba feeling a little better and managing a thin smile, vomit still wet on its face."Why are you smiling? The storm is about to hit, we haven't found a single sign of the naborns and you. Right about then, her brain disconnected from her will and proceeded to pull her sweater up enough to expose her midriff, which remained covered by what could only be a plain white slip. Fortunately for her, they were still in the back part of the store and the mall traffic remained light to non-existent. Sean's eyebrows raised. "My, aren't we the daring one! What explosion of lace and sin are we hiding underneath that oh so demure slip?" "N.. n.. nothing!" Sweat glistened on Monica's brow,.