"I continued by taking another big swig and complimented, "This is some of the best vodka I have ever had - you could sell it."He laughed and answered... "If I did that the FSB would visit our little village and ruin what little fun we have."Just as our own personal party got rolling Oleg's granddaughter arrived. She got out of a car which somehow looked familiar. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and finally realized where I had seen her and the car before: She was the drunken chick from last. " Good night, Shirley. We will be here in tomorrow at eight your time. Charlie, do you have a minute or two?" Shirley reached over and turned the radio off."We need to head back to your parents' house." No," I said gently, "we need to talk some more."She chuckled, "Just before we went in, we weren't talking."I grinned, "But we sure were communicating." Jack, that's terrible! You are incorrigible!" No, Shirl, I'm encourageable." Yes, and it doesn't take much." She led me into the living room and. We've done our time at that before and it ain't one bit of fun," Stacy said."Sounds good to me, let's go."We collected the asshole crew first and latched them to the back of my log truck. Stacy, Sherry, Scotty, Spot, and I climbed into the cab and away we went. It was a little odd for me but it seemed like the chained men really were happy to be going somewhere away from their tree even if it was to work.With Stacy and Sherry along we didn't have a bit of trouble with the barrier, and since I. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand “The least he could do was keep me company at this thing – it’s not like I was asking him to …” As her comment, and thoughts of it, drifted off behind the blare of an amplified voice – she lifted her drink to her mouth and listened to the company president make a speech. Blah, Blah, Blah record profits – Blah, Blah team effort – Blah, Blah, Blah best year ever. “I wonder if these guys know how.