Our first few visits were purely platonic even though the sexual tension was so high you could cut it with the proverbial knife. This had been our ag...eement, meet in large cities where everything we did would be in public. Separate rooms of course, and we even agreed to separate floors. There are after all, crazy people on the internet and neither of us wanted to be a headline in our hometown newspaper. Our other interactions though were far from platonic. I think some of our writings could. From the other side of the door he heard the ghost laugh manically and then the lock clicked as the ghost sealed them in the room."I'm sorry, Fred," Daphne sighed, "I didn't realize it was a dead end. Now we're trapped in here until the rest of the gang finds us." Exactly," Fred said with a grin, "that's why this is so great." What's so great about being trapped in a storage room?" Daphne asked, giving Fred a puzzled look."We're trapped here together," Fred pointed out, "and since it's going to. With a frown Jacquilt headed in the direction that Trink had gone in, he certainly didn't want to sit the night out, recounting what had happened. Bitsy and Brand were ignoring the outside world, this one of the few times of the year that he was transformed into a fairy and the two planned on making the most of it. The twins had gone off in separate directions finding their own entertainment.Rav joined a group of old friends, the spent the evening catching up on past news and telling tall. Usually there would be other girls there, wives or girlfriends waiting for their guys to come out.That's where she had first seen Javon, one of several Black soldiers that would hang out there, not in the least because of the cute young girls, my twenty year old wife being one of them. It seems this particular table had been taken over by the Blacks in the unit, the whites having been warned off. And they were not at all shy about checking out the girls, talking to them and hitting on them if.