"I'm glad I like it, because I think you enjoyed that. Now I know I do, too" How in the hell did you learn how to do that?", I panted. "I've never fel... anything like that!"Bernie giggled, and said "I live on a farm, remember? Produce can be quite a learning aid. I'm glad the cucumbers were big this year."The only way I could think of to repay Bernie for her amazing performance, was to return the favor. She was every bit as delicious as she looked. From her sweet lips, to her 38D chest, to her. ‘Yes? Who’s speaking please?’ ‘It’s me, Molly,’ her tones made her sound small and defenseless. ‘What’s wrong, Molly?’ ‘Everything . . .’ And she began to cry. He swung his feet off the desk and hunched over the phone. ‘So start at the beginning. You went job hunting . . .’ He said leading her on. Sniffling, she tried to overcome her tears but couldn’t manage to and renewed her wailing. ‘Get a grip on yourself,’ he said sternly, trying to reach her and put a halt to her crying. But she had lost. “What do you mean, how would I not know, you've been doing it for like 8 months now,” I replied. “No we haven't, we've been doing it for 10 months,” Candy said. That was easier than I thought, I couldn’t help but gloat a little. “So, for the last 10 months now, you've been doing it on the weekends, mostly in the middle of the night? Did you really think you could hide this from your own mother forever?” I asked. “So, would you mind telling us how you knew?” Jack asked. “Oh come on, you couldn't. For the next week they ran supplies out to the cave, stockpiling.He had a chance to speak to Bobby when they came back from their leave. Telling him to pick up the tents and livestock from the outcrop and erect them at a spot he showed him on the map. “We will meet you there on the 6th. You can then go on to the cave,” he said. Bobby nodded his understanding.Four days later they were at the cave. “Home, sweet bloody home,” Cookie grumbled as they climbed down from the trucks.Shaun had already.