Elton John’s Charter Bus, Leaving Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, Michigan11:22pm, Saturday, December 29, 1979“That was beyond mind-blowing awesome!” ...isa exclaimed as the charter bus Elton John arranged for us pulled out from the underground parking area of Joe Louis Arena.“Gawd! That was an incredible concert! I can only hope our show will be half as good as that one!” Eda added as she knelt on the seat, looking backward on the bus.“I take it you kinda like Elton John, E?” Paul laughed from a few. . um ... affairs, I assure you, nephew,” my Aunt Lydia, now resurrected and undead plaything to me and President of the Grand Consistory of the Church of Haven, briefed me.“That is excellent news, Auntie! How’s the Undead Guard coming along, by the way?” I turned to Nydia, who suggested and took personal command of it.“Well, what can I say ... I’ve brought you as many folks to resurrect as you wish, my love, and so far, we’ve got ... a thousand or so. All being carefully trained and taught just. We were very lucky,” I replied.“Get me pictures of the devices and hopefully we can identify who the explosives trainer was for the group that you were dealing with,” Ben said.While I was disarming them, Ching Lee was taking pictures with her phone so there were good pictures to send him.“Yes, I should have good pictures to send to you,” I replied.“The flight is still on for Monday. Yes, I still have plenty of room on the plane for anything you need me to carry. As long as it carries the. "I can go to the bank tomorrow."Position three was the second highest setting and I was unsure of what she would do but I soon found out. She took a sip of her chilled white wine then put her glass down. She moved closer and put her hand around my neck and pulled me closer for a kiss. It wasn't a sisterly kiss, either, but a sloppy lustful kiss. My hand moved down her flank, over her hips to her thighs that were uncovered by her raised short skirt."Mmm," she moaned as I moved my hand over her.