I'm in The Cave where nothing can hurt me." And that's how they slept. I'd check on 'em sometimes, go down and she was always in there, in The Cave, b...th of 'em sleepin' like Rip Van Winkle.---------It was those whispers, and sighs, the soft laughter and calm conversations in the midst of preparations to fuck, oh, and the squeals, yes, her girlish, her feminine squeals as he touched and stroked places where I never had, places I never even knew existed, or, would venture their existence. Ever.. A moment's surprised reconnoiter showed McAllister he stood in a deep gutter, the outside wall constructed of the familiar cut black stone blocks, but only to the height of the inside wall. The inside wall was of a gray granite, constructed of even larger blocks. A staircase was built alongside the inner wall, starting at the doorway, and rising eight feet or so to the top of the wall. Craning his neck, McAllister saw the ceiling was a great arching roof of the gray granite, twenty or more feet. . and missed."You missed." It moved." You missed." It moved!" Try again." Right, I'm on it."For the next hour, until the 'Low Fuel' light flashed and the buzzer buzzed, she chased that stupid cloud from 'hell to breakfast.' No matter what she did she couldn't even put a wing through it.The cloud played her like a piano, she went right, it went left, she flew up, it went down. Then it started showing off, barrel rolls over the cockpit, loops, dives, a high speed chase, although it would be. My son came over and suggested we go up to our room as it was getting dark. He picked up the empty bottles of beer sitting around my chair and up we went. Once in the room we both started drinking again. I let my son have a couple of beers to unwind. I drank more than I should have. We were both buzzed and were acting like high school k**s. We began flirting with each other, I could not help it as I was horny as hell and the beer only made it worse. My son flipped on the TV and was looking at.