She also just said hello and went to dance with somebody.Guys, she had a perfect figure, 36-28-34, and was wearing a black dress. She had hot and yumm... legs. Her eyes and lips were tempting everyone in the bar. Her dance moves were making me crazy.When it was time for the bar to stop serving drinks, she came and asked for a shot. The bartender said that it was closing time and that there could be no more billing.She turned around and saw that I was still drinking. I used to buy a bottle and. .."Eliana nodded and peered at his picnic basket with a playful smile. "Something good I trust?" Um hmm. An Aleppo delicacy."Eliana leaned over and cracked the basket open and sniffed. "Lobster for lunch!" You got it."As Eliana helped set up the table, she asked. "There can't be too much of this in storage." You'd be surprised. I pulled some strings. Or rather, Varda did." Really? Great! Still, what's the occasion?" Well, this is Day 9, the 5% mark of the survival test. Within the next eighteen. “Last night, in the bar, when you were in that fight, you almost looked like you were going to kill them.”I just smiled and waved it off. “Oh, you know me, take no prisoners and that sort of thing.”My wife wasn’t smiling. “That’s what I mean. I mean ... Carl, don’t be angry with me ... before we left Fayetteville, I heard stories. I mean, just rumors, not even stories, whispers, even. I never believed them, but last night, watching you in that fight, I started believing them.”Suddenly I started. He hoped it wouldn't be the 1st year girls as theywere barely developed at all and really little girls still so crossing hisfingers he slipped out of the building and round the back to the bikesheds.With nobody around he quickly made his way to where his bike was parkedand squeezing between his bike and the wall got his eye to the hole andpeered in. Oh Joy of Joys! The 5th year girls were engaged in variousactivities throughout the gym. Some were playing netball in short skirtsand teeshirts,.