She took a shot of whisky, and a little lateranother. Night: she slept little, each time she started to drop off, she would changeposition and the tug...of the clip would awaken her. She was anxious not to disturbit. "The first 48 hours are critical, it is important not to putany stress onto the clip during this time." Day 2, Morning: Exhausted from disturbed sleep, she made a minimal breakfast,avoiding coffee. She needed a number two. On the toilet, she released the centrerear strap supporting. They had no idea what Julie had in her hands or what she was doing, neither man asked but inquisitive eyes followed her activities. She took a final picture of Zetia, and then asked her to load our mules, while she fiddled with her PDA.As if sensing my eyes on her, Julie looked up from her work. “Merritt is up early. She texted me regarding what we were doing, so I explained we were about to cross the border and sent her a few pictures.”She kept at her PDA and walked outside through the open. I pulled out of my sister-in-law, Miriam Lamont, just long enough to answer my cell. It was Lizzie, of all people. What the Devil did she want, anyway?“Lizzie?” I asked, knowing full well who it was from my caller ID.“Yes, that’s me. When are we gonna ... kiss and make up? This lover’s spat has gone on too long and I don’t even know why,” Lizzie whined and pouted now a bit over the speaker phone.“You’re kidding me, right?” I asked Lizzie as I plowed Miriam a couple more strokes.“No, why? What. The train continued to make stops and it seemed more people were getting on than off. I won't draw a forensic blueprint of position I was in but I was for all intensive purposes sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. The rock being the door behind me and the hard-place ironically being the rather soft rear end of LS. With each jostle and turn she continued to brush up against me her ass aligning itself perfectly with my crotch. At times, my brain racing, it occurred to me that was teasing.