"Darn, I might have really messed up! I continued, "Are you sure you need to call in the FBI?"John answered, "You bet we do! This is serious damn busi...ess. The person that tried to blow up the school could have killed hundreds if not all the students."I tried to plant some doubt, "But what if it was one of the students that just played a prank?"He shook his head, "It's out of our hands. Whoever did this will surely be caught."Heck, that was all I needed to hear!!!I watched as they dragged. We had had many discussions about our fantasies and he wanted to give me the opportunity to explore some of them and see what would happen. He had always been a fan of the area strip clubs, and he wanted to take me out to one, so I could see what they were like. There are no clubs in the area we live in, so after discussing it several times we decided to go to a club across the state line. The first time we went, we didn't even make into the parking lot – I couldn't do it (so much for the wild. I wondered if he would ever get to talk. Of course, that sounded like my situation."You're our Daddy!" they squealed happily, starting with the wet, sloppy kisses everywhere again. Well, almost everywhere. Maybe someday. Poor me."Who was your Mother, girls?" I asked, curious."The modern translation of her name would be Rhonda McGarrett," Valerie answered.Julie's eyes opened wide in surprise. No matter what else happened, the twins got points for surprising Little Miss Smarty-pants. I almost. " What the fuck are you doing in there?" Waiting to get out." No. I mean ... Guess at this point it doesn't make any difference. The 'Jaws of Life' will be here in a few minutes. Then we should be able to get you out." Should be able to?" I had to ask."This van is armored a bit more than you might think. I hope we can get you out without resorting to more drastic measures. John, not to sound ungrateful, but is there a reason the agents aren't talking to me?" Trying to get themselves oriented, I.