We knew we would have to move out at some point but then we would be exposed in the flat, open area. It was really a devil’s choice. But we knew it ...asn’t really much of a choice. If we ran for it we might have a chance. If we stayed where we were, at some point there would be no chance. Finally we got ready for the move. We drank as much from our canteens as we could and stripped off all the equipment that we could leave behind. We were on the radio with a rescue chopper, an HH-60, but there. So I bought it and took it home,figuring I could get it open there.I heated the bottle's neck with steam until the waxsoftened, and I peeled it off. The cork was a lot morestubborn, but it finally popped out. There was an immediatejet of smoke from the bottle's mouth, accompanied by aroaring sound. The smoke didn't disperse but formed anodd-shaped cloud about eight feet tall, reaching just to theceiling. As more and more smoke poured out, it added to thecloud which became increasingly dense. My friend tried to reassure me everything was ok and to just go along with things.The other man touched me. Lightly. My shoulders at first and then my back. Eventually, he touched my ass and then worked his way up to the sides of my breasts. I knew he was very close at times because I could feel his breath on parts of my body. At a point he grabbed my ass, my hips, my legs and tried to thrust me onto my friend. I kept my face hidden through it all. At the time, I’ll admit I wasn’t turned on, I. Master Chin downed the entire serving and longingly stared at the plate, hoping for more to appear as if by magic. Then he felt it! The poison began to act! His lungs were paralyzed and he began to suffocate. The other members of the dinner party smiled and applauded at the performance that Master Chin put on in the several minutes it took him to die.Normally, Master Chin had kept a food taster at hand to check for poison, but he was too greedy to share any of the special treat. The members of.