We all ended up at Tina and her Alan's house. His sister and her husband brought over a big pot of GOOD seafood gumbo and we all pigged out, laughing,...smiling happy, talking with each other about everything under the sun.I got tickled. I was raised in south Louisiana and seafood was a regular part of my diet, especially when I lived with Grandma, and I'd heard all the allegations about how oysters were supposed to have some aphrodisiac qualities. I don't think that Susan and Cindy had heard. "Good! How many men does Red have with him? How is he armed? Does he have any anti-surveillance gear with him? Will a frisk find the wire?" I asked. Smith looked lost so I continued. "Why did Red chose this place? Remember he calls himself Red. Did he come from here? Is his family still here? You have checked him out completely?" N... not... I mean..." Smith began babbling."This was set up in a hurry; although a brief background check was carried out it was centred in the area where he lived.". My eyes were still closed and I was oblivious to the goings on. Feeling unsure as to what was happening and why you suddenly felt a calming influence ease your body’s tenseness. Your brain was confused. You wanted to nudge me and tell me what was happening but you knew that they were still watching over us. You could feel their eyes but it wasn’t a scary feeling. Something was compelling you to take another look over at them. Were you actually hoping that they’d still be looking at us or were. "Just until 12, it was kind of a late show... I don't feel that great either. You don't think I have the virus, do you?" The virus? Well, come here, let me look."I walked over to her more than a little embarrassed. She took her hand and ran it along my face and lifted my eyelids, giving a small nod. She grunted in approval as she opened my mouth and looked deep inside my throat. Then finally she took my hand in hers and looked at the palm of my hands and my fingers."Mmhm." She said.