"It's just part of the same kind of show. Besides, it'll all be over in a day or so. Just a neat experience to try out."At that point, Sammy felt the ...lug in her ass being manipulated, as the girl was unlocking the center. She could feel the tube being snaked up her ass, but had no idea what it was for. Eventually it stopped, feeling to Sammy that it was somewhere on her right side. Her plug was jostled again, and a few moments later, she felt cold water flooding into her from the small tube. Let Alan tell it.Alan’s turn:Does it ever stop? At least, does it ever slow down? Evidently not, I guess. So this evening we were at dinner at the Pavilion, as usual. That’s not always where the trouble starts, but it’s often enough.This evening I was sitting at a table with the two Dans, and Cindy and Nikki were over at a white board, arguing with the Munchkins about something involving some furious calculus, when Wally wandered over with a fresh cup of coffee.“Gents, I’ve got an opportunity. You are going to testify the why and how and the national security need and why it must be kept top secret. You have documents to prove it was successful,” Curtis said.“You can expect to be aggressively cross examined by the judge. You did bring enough reports for the defendants to review in the discovery process and for the judges to follow along?” Curtis asked.“Yes on the reports but there is only one copy of the transcripts from the intercepts,” I replied.The bailiff knocked on the door and. How did she find out about the attempted snatch – or maybe it was more than a snatch? Unknown. I didn't like 'unknown' answers.After seventeen minutes, I came out of the tall grass and crossed the parking lot to my truck. No sign of anything. I retrieved my regular shoes from the duffel, tossed it in the back of the truck and got in the cab. First thing to do was get the hell out of Dodge. A quick look around and I started the truck, exited the parking lot at a sedate speed – even though I felt.