I tried, really. Honest. Unfortunately, the people I ended up hanging with were either people I knew already, or people I normally didn't run into, an... probably wouldn't see much of after the retreat. The presentations weren't that tedious; they were rather succinct and to the point, and one professor even gave a presentation on one of his pet hobbies--the history of watch-making. Later in the evening, some of the students and faculty did a few skits poking fun at some of the eccentricities of. "What about the supply closet?" Mark said playfully. "It might haveslipped out as we tore each others clothes off." That's actually a great idea," 44 said as she headed down the hallwayand opened the door, letting out a gasp when she did."What is it?" Mark asked, his jaw dropping when he joined in.Inside the supply closed, handcuffed to a shelf and tied up and gaggedwas a small blonde girl who didn't look like she was more than six yearsold. 44 bent down and removed the gag. "Are you ok,. Go chat her up. Let me know what you think."My goal, of course, was to converse with the girl horizontally. I approached and was introduced, took her elbow and walked her out to the garden. It was a fine day; the world smelled good. Her low-cut gown all-but framed her jutting boobs and her erect stance with shoulders back and back arched emphasized their size, shape and suckability. I was nearly slavering as her hip bumped mine.Since her end was reasonably disgraceful, and she may still inhabit. We could tell they were in the search mode, because they were in a line formation, clacking bamboo sticks together to keep the line dressed. Fred veered us to the left and almost walked right into a platoon of NVA that were moving up to joint the chase. As we cut back in the opposite direction, Fred had a hurried few words with me."This smells like a trap, Jody, they were on us too quick for it to have been an accident. More than one platoon after us means this is a company sized operation, so.