You’ll also occasionally have someone along for the ride between two points. Remember to call me if you have any problems.”Glenda smiled at me and...said, “You look happy this morning. I’m glad that Tiny told the hotel to tell you they were full up so you would be staying with us. Steve has an early meeting in DC this morning and left here at five. Sue was also gone already this morning.”Tiny said, “Grab a couple of sandwiches and get out to the airpark. I’m sure your King Air is sitting there. Who else can you name? I can name some who are right, and I can name some who are followed, but I can't think of any others who are both.The Originals had very simple concepts of tribal identity. There was "US" and there was "FOOD".Sometimes an aged, injured or infirm "US" became "FOOD". That was the way it was, and that was the way it always would be. That is, until they met Axorie. It was deemed safest for Axorie to go first among the Originals. Freaky at first objected, until Axorie gently. My eyes must have lit up as I grinned and nodded for she laughed lightly, took my hands in hers and led me to the curtained doorway. Beyond the curtain was impenetrable darkness, at least until I had taken off my shades and my eyes had grown accustomed to the dark. The girl left me with a whisper to stay where I was and she would return; the place felt strangely eerie. It seemed an eternity before two shadows moved through the gloom towards me, one small and slim the other taller and more. Was it that Mr. Richards offered her a glass of wine or that Cindy spilled some wine on his shorts and quickly tried to blot the stain? Her hands grazed against his thighs. That physical contact had stirred something in his pants and they both felt it. Going along with the moment, Mr. Richards undid his shorts and Cindy got an eyeful of his massive semi-hard penis. Mr. Richards reached over and took Cindy's wrist and brought it closer. Cindy wrapped her hands around his shaft and squeezed..