“It’s in a little pocket inside my skirt, you want to lift it up and find it?”“Ahh, my hands are kinda busy at the moment.”“I bet that’s...what you tell all the girls.”Rachel reached into a hidden pocket at the top of her skirt and fishes out the key, pushes it into the lock and opened the door. I carried her into her apartment and started to put her on the couch, but she stopped me.“Put me in bed, dear Sir.”So I carried her into her bedroom and sat her on the bed. She kept her arms wrapped. I agreed with Abi when she said that she hoped never again to be involved in such a trip.All of us passengers staggered from the coach to the nearest hotel where we took rooms to sleep off our miserable ride. The men we were following also stayed at that hotel, so we were in no immediate danger of loosing contact with them. They checked in just ahead of us, so I heard them say that they planned to sleep the rest of the day and would meet for breakfast tomorrow before going to see the "boss."We. I thought that was a little too exposed, being visible from the front door and all. We compromised and used my desk. Later that morning Joyce contacted Frank, a high school friend who had a pick up truck with a plow and a snow blower and arranged for him to plow 3i out as needed. Later in the day they met and added some posts at the edges of the parking lot as markers. She also arranged to get the road to the pool paved. Yvonne still again. The girls did not need to work on this lab together. Still, I did have an important client coming in today.I finally dragged my body out of bed and shut that damn alarm off. They were playing 'TGIF', that damn Friday song. Well, they may thank God it's Friday, but I would give everything I have, or ever hope to have, to make it be Tuesday again so that I could maybe head off this tragedy that has befallen us. I would try to convince Sharon to stay home with me and we could make love all day long, and Angela could swear on a stack of bibles that.