Then she asked my name, I told her my name to her, even I askedher too, she told me that her name is Anita Das, I asked whether she is aBengali, she r...plied positively, then I told that even I am Bengali studyinghere B.E. she asked whether I have internet or not, I told that I have internetconnection, then she requested me that whether we both can share it actuallyeven I was thinking to share as it is expensive for me so I told her yes. Then she asked for my Facebookaccount and Gmail account. "It's called dead air for a reason," she sighed."Ninety-watts should get us noticed, she re-set the power and keyed the mike. "You-Hoo! Anyone on? Radio check." "I read you four by four. Mable here down in Meeker, South between East Market and the river. Lady, it great to hear another voice. You're my first contact since it happened Who is this? Over." Liberty Mountain calling, Jen here. We're within fifty miles. We live away from folks. Mable, you are also first outside contact since the shit. " I'm afraid so. I'll call you back when I have the Missouri online," I said. The call went dead.Another call, this time to Captain Stennison of the Missouri. "Captain Stennison?" I said after fighting my way through the person who answered and then the XO of the boat."Yes?" he replied."I have some changes and a request for you. But you'll need to speak to Command Authority." That was Navy talk for the President of the United States. "Please hold while I get him on the line."Both of us could. I pressed my lips tightly to hers, and could taste the sweet taste of her lips, with the hint of another flavor… Lisa’s lips I presumed. She allowed her arms to go over my shoulders, drop to my waist, and press up firmly against my rock hard cock. That night, I danced like I never danced before. With one last song being played on the stage, I jumped as high into the air as I could, raising my arms way over my head, and screaming at the top of my lungs – right.