Logic's hosed. If the file labels didn't kind of match, I'd think they sent us stuff from the wrong project." He printed out a few pages and we went o...er them together."You're right. You want to work up a list of issues? We'll send it back to 'em!" Okay." He snorted. "We could sent Susan and Tina to a class, ONE class, and they'd do better. Or Cindy. Did Dan tell you about Cindy and the session with programming the station simulator?" Nooo," I said. "What happened?" She sat down with the. "One lane if they've been plowed at all," I answered. Kasey nodded."It looks like they plowed the main roads but barely," she added. "The side streets are still covered." We'll keep it short then," Carrie announced."Just don't break an ankle or a hip," I said. "That goes double for you, Kasey. You run enough around here that you know where's safe. All I ask is that you stick to where you know and think safety first." Of course, Daddy," she said.What I really worried about was Kasey trying to. Nerves and embarrassmentkept us from getting into any kind of rhythm, so we justbopped up and down on the spot, doing the dozy-boy dance.'No, no, no,' Samson snapped. 'Dance together. Kiss andplay with each other. Swing those cocks and wiggle thosebums.'We came together, under the centre light, and did every-thing Samson had ordered us to do. We kiss and wiggledour hips; we took hold of each others arse-cheeks andspread them apart, much to Kola's approval; we tweakedeach others nipples and. It wasn't fake reproduction shit. The place hadn't changed since the thirties.When the waiter, who could have been an over the hill boxer, brought the check, I asked, "Is there a place around here where I can get a room for the night?" Got a bed a breakfast and a Guest House. Ain't got no motels," he said."So which do you recommend?" I asked."Quiet place with uppity guest is the Bed and Breakfast. Them people just want a place to sleep stay at the Guest House. Them be ones that come to fish in.