I get to the dance and see Katy in a heated conversation with Wayne. When she sees me she runs to me grabs my arm and she leads me out to my car and s...e says, “drive.” I drive away obeying her orders. Then she breaks down crying hysterically. I’m thinking that I was set up somehow as I’m going down the road. Is this what Emily wanted to warn me about? Was I being set up? Was Katy in on it the whole time?It’s still early as I pull up to Katy’s house and say, “get out” as I give her back the ring. Two bars for me.”Sharon picked up her purse, found her phone, assembled it, and powered it up. It began to buzz as many messages were downloaded to it. “Holy smokes!”“Wow, you are popular. Who’re they from?”“My family and my friend in New York City. Oh, and the FBI agent we’re trying to contact?” She started scrolling through her text messages. “Well, the FBI is looking for me, and there’s no mention of you, or of the shootout, or the plane.”“Okay, you’d better shut it off.” She complied, and I. " I said as I absently checked Gladys' wiry grey gash for lubrication. As I expected, she was dripping with juice. "It's well past time I filled this cunt." I spun her around and bent her over her own work station. My attempt at entry was rebuffed by the awkward angle, succeeding only in rasping my root against her wiry mesh of cunt hair. This exquisite sensation, though not what I had intended, only fueled my hunger more.Diana scrambled to her feet in an attempt to stop me. "Steve! Wait!. The crew had a crew mess collocated with the galley, the officers and passengers dined in the restaurant/café. It wasn’t terribly democratic, but everyone seemed to accept it.My eye was caught by a sudden flurry of activity up on what I’d learned to call the “port” side of the bridge—I’d have called it the “left” side if left to my own devices. For several days now, crewmen with heavy binoculars had watched the far horizon from both wings of the bridge, both fore and aft. I didn’t know why;.