"Trust me, I WILL be fucking it. But I'm going to take you somewhere that I can take my time with you." You think back to what a female friend once sa...d, never let them take you to a secondary location. Before your wits can return you have a t-shirt used as a gag on you. Your top is pulled back into place and you're lifted over his shoulder.Staring down at the ground upside down you notice him pick up your bag and step out into the alley. Oh God, your going to die. Even worse, after your body. Smither retrieved his shotgun, cracked it open and inserted two new shells, then snapped it shut. Stuffing extra cartridges into his pocket, the two hobbled up the stairs. Mr. Smither kept a finger on the trigger as the muzzle of his shotgun led the way, cautiously conducting a room by room search. Mrs. Smither crouched behind her husband with a hand on his shoulder, peering nervously around him. When they entered the bedroom Sandy had used, Mr. Smither stopped so suddenly that Mrs. Smither. Their friendship had passed the test of time. Both of them had seen a couple of their kids get married, and even the youngest, were away at college. The two couples had fallen into a routine, of a double date, a month. Just last weekend, the four of them had been out at the old cabin. They had enjoyed a fun evening, of barbecue, good conversation, and an enjoyable movie. As the girls were hauling things out to the car, Dean pulled Troy aside, ‘I’ve got a problem Buddy.’ ‘What can I do to. "Should we meet all together or can we do this by sub-vocalization?" Together, I think," Tonto replied. "You are all in close proximity except Val, her husband Dan and his sister, Maria. They were helping Horace move the last of the livestock into the farm module. They are now headed toward the bridge at my request, as it is a good meeting place for all of us. Make sure that Sandra joins us too and have all the pregnant concubines and sponsors stand by to meet with us in a half hour."The bridge.