“A few more minutes and I fear you can watch me do just that.”They did not seem dangerous to him but he could not be truly certain; his Blue was t...ngling but not with the clanging of true danger. At the moment he could not lift up any defense against them anyways. Porter had not been exaggerating - he was going to spew last night’s dinner and he was going to do it soon. He slid from his hamox, which had already started to graze, and ran a ways from his most unwelcome friends. On his knees, he. Not to mention, the government paperwork that would need to be modified... somehow. Forget it; it was just too much from a logistical view point.'Wait a second!' Brad thought, 'Am I going to let bureaucratic bullshit get in the way of getting my son back?' He entered "Carl Trask" into the program. The response came back:"Subject not available within a 100 mile radius of current location." DOH!" Brad said hitting himself in the forehead. Carl had loved to watch The Simpsons; the expression had. After a moment or two of darkness, his eyes adjusted to the cool hue of moonlight. He saw how it illuminated Gretchen’s delicate hand as it rested against her side. Her honey-blond hair glistened and the shadows cast on her face made her look positively angelic.He recalled their earlier exchange about night ware, or lack thereof, and made note that her choice for the evening was a t-shirt of a light but uncertain color in the moonlight. He suspected that it was long enough to cover the panties. I had to climb down and of course he helped me out, he had his hand on my butt up my skirt and helped me down. Thanks I said, maybe someday you can give me a ride.Love to he said , I am going out of town in 2 days I can give you a ride tomorrow at noon. Ok I said and went back to work.That night I told my hubby the whole thing and he said it sounded like fun, I winked at him and said yes I know.The next day I wore a mini dress with a flare bottom than was light and blew up easily in the wind.