” A little conversation and I ended the call.The next call was to General Ingram, “Great news, I want the details Monday. When can we pick up the ...aterials?”“Three hours at Morton,” I replied.“We can’t get anyone qualified there in that time. I understand you have secure storage; just go ahead and store them. It will be Monday morning.”You will get details before then, I bet; just as soon as the media finds out, I thought.I called Ben, Frank and Eric on a conference call that lasted 20 minutes.. What a tool. “If I ask you a question, will you give me an honest answer?” I blurted after turning abruptly, being much closer to Sam than I intended. “Go ahead,” he answered, sighing. “What are your opinions on Alicia Burkard?” I asked with a gleam in my eye. “Oh no you don’t, I'm not falling for cupid's trap. You can piss off if you thing you’re hooking me up with some stranger,” he defended. “Ooohh, I can sense some denial in there! You like her! It’s difficult to pull the wool over my eyes. The fact that her nipples pointed through her thin top all evening and her running shorts allowed for brief snapshots of her satin pantied crotch did little too ease my urges either. I did however learn through this little get-together than Angie liked to play the little conservative "who me?" flirt. It was hard through all of the sexual innuendo, comments, and obvious flashes she gave to figure out whether she was a serious player or just liked to play the part. But I was certain I would find. Now I HAVE to go."We resolved to get up together and help carry each other into the bathroom, but there was just one problem. We both still seemed to be fairly drunk still (Damn, how much had we drunk?) and our feet weren't supporting either of us very well. After we fell down the second time, we just crawled side by side into the small bathroom. Charline beat me by a nose and got her perfect nude ass onto the toilet seat first, but my need to go far NOW outstripped any limited sense of privacy.