No, she would NOT leave.Michelle parked her car. When she got out of her car she could definitely feel dampness in her panties. It was not her imagina...ion again; it really was damp down there. She walked inside and found the elevator. She pushed the button for floor six. The door opened immediately. Her heart was pounding in her chest. After a few moments the door opened again on floor six. Michelle got out and walked down the hall. Her heart was really racing now. 620, 622, 624, 626, oh geeze. Alphonso Srabian was an Armenian immigrant whose pride in his American citizenship knew no bounds. He was relentlessly cheerful, a fervent supporter of the Second Amendment, and the first acquaintance Waylon had made in town.Alphonso made the same joke about Waylon's name that he always did. The large man was one of the few people who could get away with the joke, since his own name was unpronounceable by most in the country. The name Alphonso had been adopted much like the country he. His hands reach up to her face and hold her softly. Caressing her cheeks and lifting her chin up, he says, ‘I feel like I’ve known you much longer than the hour that we’ve spent out here.’ Kerrie feels a rush of excitement through her body. She can feel herself falling for this stranger. Stop that she silently tells herself. You’ve only known him for one hour. Her emotions aren’t listening and she leans into him, ready to feel his caress on more than her face. The large French doors burst open. We should be back under power by daylight, or shortly thereafter. There’s no need for alarm,’ assured the Captain. Gwen headed back to the room she shared with Charlotte and Cheryl, feeling no better about the situation. She had learned to totally trust Steve’s assessment of every situation. He always seemed to understand what had to be done and how to do it. Charlotte and Cheryl were already asleep when Gwen slid under her covers, still troubled by her conversation with Steve. Gwen awakened to.