" Nobody does, Honey. You've got to remember that." Uh, Gary does." His loss."They chatted for a few minutes while Morgan dressed. Kirstin reluctantly...got up and pulled on just a T-shirt. With a smirk, she turned her back to Dex and bent over, showing that her ass cheeks barely winked out under the oversized shirt. Courtney walked up to Dex with a very serious demeanor and asked him "Mr. Dex, are you going to be my new Daddy?" No, Courtney. You're just staying with me for a while." Well, can I. Smiling to herself, Angie pulled the zipper of the one piece leather suit down a couple of inches and they roared their approval, as the lights changed to red and amber, she eased the zipper all the way down until her breasts were exposed, the lights went to green and she roared off laughing as the van stalled helplessly provoking a cacophony of car horns behind it.A chauffeur driven Rolls Royce purred along beside her as she eased back on the throttle, an elegantly dressed woman sitting alone. There is still ice in my cooler, so I take time and build myself a Black Russian and enjoy the quiet. It didn’t last long. After sitting down, listening to the birds and watching the squirrels watching me, the sound of tap-a-tap shatters the quiet. Curious, I seek out the source.On the next campsite, a young girl is tap dancing to music from a small disk player. She is dressed in those bicycle shorts and a tube top. She has thick, wavy, red hair and her skin is covered with freckles. Watching. . "For the love of God, Montresor!" I shouted, as her footsteps receded down the hallway. I knew she was well-read enough to know the famous Poe story of revenge I was quoting, and sure enough, her first words back to me since she'd shouted from the kitchen were Montresor's reply from The Casque of Amontillado verbatim: "Yes! For the Love of God!" At least I was bound to a nice, soft bed instead of the nitre-encrusted catacombs beneath the wine-cellars of Montresor's ancient Italian palazzo. I.