"Maybe a little more." Twenty-one hundred feet to be exact," Chris chimed in. "Daddy built it back in 1978 when he had his Piper Commanche. He got cau...ht in what turned out to be a hurricane between here and Yucatan six years ago, and he and Mom went down in it. I sure miss them. That bunker we were in last night? That was built for a hurricane or tornado shelter," Do you fly the 185, Chris?" Ted asked."Sometimes I do," Chris replied. "Not very often though." I am very impressed with the spread. Again, with 8,000 riders, there will be lines. If you plan ahead, though, you split the team in half and hold spots for each other. Some of the folks in line grumble a bit, but, hey! Get your own team! Everybody used the ‘pause for the cause’ to good effect, and we rolled out in good order after exactly fifteen minutes. Were we good or what?The rest stops accomplish two seemingly mutually exclusive tasks: One, they allow groups that have come apart to regroup, which then packs them together. I tried to shout my protest, but before I could do so, fingers gripped both of my nipples and squeezed them hard, making my energy rush out of me in a single gasp. They started to twist and pinch, sending painful needle pricks through my breasts. Somehow, the pain was accompanied by a hot throbbing sensation that made my skin prickle all over, and a deep wave of need between my legs. I realised that I was kissing Mandy back, and the mortification almost made me faint. I was quickly losing. It was called Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (ASMR) and it affected people differently and there were different triggers. For me, it was an intensely pleasant tingling sensation that began around my ears and spread across my head and down the back of the neck and upper spine. He described it as the subjective experience of "low-grade euphoria." I knew what euphoria was and that was about right. Whenever it happened, it was magical. My triggers varied a little but my most intense triggers.