As they were loading their plates a few minutes later, Jennie reached past Jeremy to add more creamed potatoes to his plate. "Alphas eat a lot, that's...the reason the plate is so big. Don't be bashful. Our husband will eat three times as much as you have on your plate."When they sat, they all joined hands while Jeff said a short prayer of thanks. Mom would like these people, Jeremy thought.MIDVILLE, WYOMINGAt the small, mostly-deserted airport a few miles from town, the helicopter slowly sank. We arrived at the little country pub on the outskirts of our village, it was quiet and we found a little alcove off to the side, hubby ordered drinks and I had downed a few before John appeared.By then. I was unsteady but totally relaxed, I was in high spirits and feeling very fruity, the knowledge of my sense of dress and an old admirer turning up unexpectedly, coupled with my re-found sense of independence, only added to his little scene that I was indeed pulling the strings, hubby sat. I don’t know what else it could mean, but if we’re going to crash their little party, we’d betted know what we’re talking about. We make sure, THEN we act.”Kenny crouched down behind a huge spruce. Sandy sat beside him on her rolled up sleeping bag, and said, “You say act. Just exactly what kind of an act are you planning?”“Hell, I don’t know! I’m open to suggestions. If they start stripping, then I guess we’ll know for sure what they’re up to. But it’s gonna be damned touchy. Getting all over. It was Emily Foster, my best friends mom. Richard was my best friend and we were like family. They lived two houses down and he and I did a lot together as well as our families. They had this huge pontoon boat a really cool ski boat. They would take me along and we would go out and sleep on the pontoon boat and ski and explore with the little boat. Now Emily was not a super model by any stretch. She was average, all average. Curly black hair, she had a little pot belly, maybe "b" cup tits..