"I just can't handle this anymore, Andy." Glen stood up and walked to the door. "I need to go for a drive, to think this through."I looked up at him. ...Please Glen, please forgive me. I am so sorry." I was sobbing. Glen just looked at me and slammed the door shut. I heard the car start and race away. I put my hands to my face and started to cry."Why was this happening to me?" I thought. "I have ruin everything."We were to have a great vacation and now I ran out of money and Glen just walked out. I was more than happy for him to do it. A co-conspirator was better for me, than a government witness. I stood behind a trash can bin with a bean bag shotgun courtesy of the FBI. I also had the .22 mag in case it got real. It probably wouldn’t kill anyone, but it might make then wish they were dead.Gray shouted, “fire in the hole.” He obviously then threw the PVC pipe bomb inside at that moment. I slowly counted to ten, Then watched the glass behind the plywood cover break, as the plywood. What do you think?” I hissed to him.“Oh, yeah, Madam! Let’s do it.” He said aloud.“Follow me, babe” I said and I walked down into a hallway that led past the security department to the restrooms. I walked directly to the ladies’ restroom door; pushed it open and turned to motion the hesitant youth to follow me inside.I locked the door, pulled a condom out of my purse and slipped it into my mouth. “Show me what you got, stud, I need at least nine inches of real man and I need it bad” I sat down. It doesn’t take reservations so we get in line. People are pressed in all around us, waiting for a table. Patsy gives a little gasp of alarm and a sharp “Oh.” I’m too busy keeping people from trampling me so I fail to notice that she is squirming and giggling a bit.We finally get a table and as we sit down Patsy says, “You’re incorrigible! What were you thinking of, putting your finger right up my you-know-where and rubbing me like that!” I looked at her and swear that I didn’t touch her, but I.