Should give us the best chance of getting her pregnant.As the party wound down everyone left but one guest and the three of us were pretty well sauced...from the drinks. That one person was a long time friend, who was moving across the country and would leave the next day. Ralph was a 6' tall black guy that I've known since c***dhood. We were always friends and worked together for many years until he found a great opportunity that caused this move.Have to admit that he always had an eye out for. "Confusing", I said,"because my name is Paul". We stuttered a bit and walked up towards the hut for a drink and getting acquainted. The conversation was a bit sloppy and shy and we did not know what to talk about believe it or not. She was nice, very nice looking but her lack of self-confidence and shyness seemed to be a problem.The camera crew told me that they were going to take a break so we could get into a deeper conversation and when we were ready they would pick up filming again. They. I was crushed. I really wanted to date her, but when she didn't take me up on the offer, I did manage to get another very pretty and very fun girl to go with me. But, there was always that desire to have spent time with Debbie. When she was a young teenager, Debbie was very cute and had an obviously budding set of nice breasts, a very trim and shapely figure and a winning personality although she was very shy and quiet.When I met Debbie several years later, she was now an adult woman, had been. She now suspected she knew who owned these tunnels, who it is that held her, The Brotherhood of Assassin’s. “Did your father send you down this way Brena Sizemore?” Again, she had barely heard the whispered words in the flat air of the tunnel.She nodded in the affirmative. “He took a grave risk girl. Understand that down to your very soul.” The hands that held her did not move or loosen in the slightest. “We had only a moments warning from our own watchers and guards, but we were able to escape.