I told the FBI guys to go over the basement again inch by inch, as there probably was another secret room down there.I heard a commotion outside and r...shed out to see one of the bad guys leveling a gun at a Deputy. I snapped off a shot at the man’s head and watched him toss his gun into the air before all his parts landed on the gravel driveway. This was getting scary, but it was as I suspected and had to be a type ten warrant capture.Someone tackled me and held me to the ground as an automatic. “But I want to dance with her!”Marty was starting to look concerned. “Ghormley, you’re drunk!” I said.That got him angry! “Take that back!” I just rolled my eyes. “Take it back, I said!”“Or what? Are you planning on fighting me?” I looked over at Marilyn, who was starting to get nervous. “Don’t worry, we’re not going to fight,” I whispered.“YES! I’m challenging you!” By now half the room was staring and openly laughing at him, and Marty was inching around the table preparatory to grabbing. Bud looked to his right and saw a yard full of old school buses and U-hauls.It was a good day to be a picker. This old motel at a crossroads near, not in, the desert, had been turned into storage by its owner. Each room had its own format, so that allowed Belle to pick through the electronics, toys and clothing while Bud dealt with car parts and other metallic goods. They always worked together on furniture and sports materials, though, and this place had tons.Belle found a pedal car with. "Let me finish my beer."Kaitlin left the room, and I turned my attention to my boner. "Nothing is going to happen. We were just friends before and that's all we are now." I muttered to my self. Then I noticed my leg. It was wet. Kaitlin must not have had panties on! Not only that, but I made her wet while she was on my lap!"Are you coming?" Kaitlin walked back into the room, this time wearing sweatpants. "Yeah, let me grab my pillow." I replied, trying to hide my disappointment in her change in.