I put the note down and take a quick shower. I towel off and return to the bedroom. I pick up the pantyhose. I can see a stain in the crotch of them f...om being wet at least one hundred times today. I ball the foot up on them. I think about pulling use pantyhose back on. I pull them up my leg. I wiggle my toes and adjust the seam at the toe. I finish the other foot and redress. I look at the clock. It's only six. My mind starts to race. I grab my purse and hit the door opener. I am out and on. Anyway, David took the cop's gun and headed down the hall to find his brother. We started taking wallets and purses from the folks in the waiting room for something to do. The next thing we hear a crash from down the hall, then a few minutes later Jerry falls and there is this fucking barbarian standing over him holding Jerry's gun telling us to go stand in the corner."We do what he says and then he gives the gun to this woman and tells her only to shoot us if we fuck up. Conan took off with a. He put his hand, on the top of her head, and pushed her back off his dick, pulling his cock back inside his underwear. She whines, and lays down on her soft flannel dog bed. She lays for a few minutes, before she is nudged by his foot. Perking up, she looks at the foot, as he slowly presses it between her legs, opening her widely. Stay there, legs open. He says gruffly, as he pushes his chair back, leaving her stretched open. He digs around in a desk drawer, finally pulling something out of. Their conversation continued but soon toned down to inaudible whispers. Dot, idly stroked Phyllis with her free hand then pulled the bag over them and continued the stroking underneath. The whispering stopped. The movement in the sleeping bag did not. Frank and I lit up a joint and kept an eye on the sleeping bag. I saw Frank, sitting across the fire from me spread his legs and adjusted the growth in his pants. Suddenly, the little redhead sat up. Frank, honey, would you fix another tequila.