Go back and put his beer on a tray ? with a fresh glass for your friend, silly!Would you prefer him to pour it for you Bobby ? while he?s in the kitch...n? No?Okay Andrew, you heard the man...Better! But that will never do! If you're going to serve something, do it right! Now, go back and put doilies under Bobby's beer and his glass. Please?Yes Andrew. That tray looks much better. But you haven't put a cup on it for yourself! Yes, I would like some company ? hate drinking tea on my own. Why don't. "Crystal gave me some good news last night. She is going on birth control. When I get home in August I won't need to use rubbers anymore." That's good. What kind is she using?" I don't know. She didn't say."Andy and I finished our breakfast and cleaned up after ourselves. We loaded our gear in the back of my Golf. Our set of weights went in first followed by our packs. There would be room in the back of the car for Andy and Ed's gear this year.I organized my bags for my trip to Penn State's. Think about what I have said. About where you can go."I closed the door to the sleeper, giving the girl complete privacy, in better surroundings than she had likely seen up to this point anywhere in Ciudad Juarez. I reclined on the long seat of the cab, preparing to try to get some sleep myself.The sleeper door opened, and the girl saw me lying there. "If you sleep there, the men will find you in the morning," she said."So?" If they find you sleeping in the truck, they will wonder why you are. I had made sure of that first, before initiating my plan. Four of them were men. The other two were women, one of them Bubba’s wife, the other one the wife of one of the patrons. Bubba himself was one of the men, a truly hefty fellow weighing three hundred sixty pounds easy. Whatever he did, he was sure to lose some weight very soon.We had no laundry with us, of course. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. We weren’t here for that. We were here to get Candice fucked ... gang-banged, in fact..