I don't share and that's why I'm divorced."Come on, Don, what have you got to lose? You need to blow off some steam and Las Vegas is definitely a good...place to do that. If we leave in the next couple of hours, we can be drinking cocktails and pulling on those one armed bandits the casinos have before two Vegas time." Fuck two hours. I've had a bag packed and in the trunk of my car since that Friday Sylvia killed our marriage. I can go right now if you can." I have extra clothes at the condo so. She grabbed some toilet paper from the small toilet besides the entrance and stuffed it between her pants and her wet panties.As she returned to the table, her parents had also finished their meal and just waited for her to return. As they were standing up, her father asked her, “who was on the phone?”“Oh just the janitor, he told me he will be back at Friday, that’s all.”“Oh ok.” He grunted and off they both went.Emily hurried cleaning up, which was hard while she was constantly on the edge of. If he had struck the balloon correctly with his bombs, there was a very good chance that he would have been trapped in the flash of burning hydrogen. Surely, his plane would have caught fire if the hydrogen flame had enveloped him. I hoped that he had learned his lesson.Okay, it was now my turn to make a pass at the balloon. I flew over and into my dive just as I usually did. I also made a point of reducing speed, and I hoped that John noticed what I had done. I released my bombs at the same. But farfrom having to suffer through the experience, I was actually enjoying it.All that said, the butterflies in my tummy very definitely returned whenTessa marched us up to a sales assistant, a slim blonde girl who looked noolder than my redheaded friend. "Can I help you?" she asked in a slightlybored voice."I hope so," said Tessa. "Alannah here's my cousin and I'm helping herbecause she's a bit shy. She's starting to develop, you know, around thechest - but there's not a lot there yet, if.