They were peaceful after the strange noises of that evening. I assumed that Jefferson and the two women spent the night together.I had read about such...things of course, but even though I would have considered doing it with two women at once. I assured myself that was as kinky and I got. I had read about the key parties of the 1960’s, and I might have given that a try, but sex with an audience was not my thing at all. Would I stay around again, if it headed in that direction, I think not. I just. When there was no response, she tossed stones against each of the tents in turn, hoping.Nothing. This was not good, not good at all. Deciding to let Bob take the lead, she whispered "Holding" just loud enough for her ear bud to pick up, and hunkered down, covering the camp with her pistol...It wasn't long before she saw movement, and could watch Bob slide from tent to tent, peering in to each one with his pistol leading the way. After he had checked the last tent, he darted back into the. ‘Ok buddy, is this some kind of joke? What, did those redneck construction workers that I work with hire you to date me?’ By this point of my tirade I had leaned forward and was practically nose to nose with him. ‘My name is Glenn, I work in office 205 which is down the hall and to the left. I am an engineer. I would like to take you out to lunch today, 1:30pm. Talk to Anita the receptionist, she will tell you about me.’ With that he stood up and walked to the door. As he stepped through it, he. " Jen suggested. "Gangster Rap star is going on tour. There are creditable threats against his life. This bad ass rap star wants to stay alive, so he is out looking for hard core security that doesn't scream, I'm really a chicken shit." Well hardcore 'Swamp Thing' can manage, but with those guys standing around everybody is going to know that he isn't scared. They all have thousand mile stares. You don't mistake them for thugs." I replied."Yeah, my friend isn't stupid. What they are looking for.