‘I think the other guy was Corey. I’m pretty sure that was him.’ I walked to my file cabinet and pulled out my charter booking register. ‘Here...it is. Booked by Terry Shatzenberg and listed Corey Butler, Fred Lepper, Randy Brezinski, and Chad Lepper. I wonder if all five were on board when it was stolen?’ ‘You better call the RCMP,’ Del suggested. ‘Right away,’ I agreed. I picked up the phone, checked the last number called and pushed send. My conversation with the constable was fairly brief. I. The Sweat Box was well named; hot and dark, it gained its name as much from the sexual tension generated inside it as from the effect of the hot dry air within it. A bar ran the length of the long side wall, clusters of couches and comfortable chairs spread around the rest of the room. There were two rules in the Sweat Box. You left your own man or men at the door (if you brought them) and you never talked about what went on to anyone that was not there. In return you had the opportunity to. I want you to touch me while I suck your cock. Will you do that? He nodded. Come undress me, Les. He came over, hands shaking and slid my robe off my shoulders. Then he put his hands under the hem of shirt and pulled it off… I took his hands and put them over my breasts feeling his calluses work roughed palms against my sensitive nipples. I moaned to match his. Les, your hands feel nice there.. I want to feel your lips and tongue. He groaned out an okay and dropped his head to my nip and. " Confirm. Guard WA–01, Main, direct. Captain, I request status blackout at Wenatchee. Please say nothing of our status, or redirect. It is critical, sir." Very well, Helo 757. Your situation is secure, my ears only. Have a good flight over the mountains. And Tib? You'll owe me a month of cold ones for this!"They flew seventy miles to the Cascade Range. They intercepted U.S. Highway 2, flew through the Stevens Pass notch, then turned and flew eighty miles southwest. They went direct to Camp.