The night led us to his truck out in the parking lot. "Am I going to fast?" Andy said as he pushed me against the side of his vehicle. "Shut up," I re...lied as I kissed him. He kissed me back as his hands squeezed my ass. He squeezed so hard and with such power that I thought he was going to lift me up off my feet. Then they circled to the front. I pressed my head against his chest as my hands found his belt. Then it hit me a bit too late. "What the…." He said as he pressed his hands against my. We can't live off of grocery store shelves for the rest of our lives. Everything has a sell-by date. Some of it's good for five years, some two, some six months. A lot of it can be extended by quite a bit by keeping it in refrigerators, just above freezing. Peanut butter, for example, and wheat flour. Tuna fish, canned beef and canned chicken. Evaporated milk. Coffee. You get the idea. The meat has to be kept waaay below zero to keep it good for ten years or so--maybe more.Now, where are we. I thought you were getting all weird on me. But it might be fun. Something different, anyway." That's what I thought, maybe get into some older stuff. The party starts at eight. Why don't you come over here a little after and we'll head over together. And remember it's a pool party. Show off that body of yours and you'll have some old guy creaming himself in no time."-"You look great, Layla," Rod said, as he looked her over. She was dressed comfortably in white shorts and a flowery halter top. A plastic fork and spoon was on each food tray, double counted. They would be counted again when the food trays were collected. Missing plastic would cause a cell search and that individual would be moved to the front of the list to see the tribunal.The operation was not too bad but there were still things to be worked out. The guards and kitchen would get another chance this afternoon - they would only get two meals a day.The tribunal started the first case at 0900. The two traffickers were.