.she's an Okie too remember? She really brought me out of my shell; she taught me how to share my thoughts, my feelings. One evening we watched the ...un go down Listening to soft music, it got dark on us. There we were in ma 1972 Pontiac Gran Prix, Man she was fast, 400Engine, Silver paint, Black half vinyl roof. Any way we started kissing and kissing n kissing-n-kissing, well I started rubbing her tits, first through her blouse, then reaching my hand inside, I had a whole handful, never. A lively debate ensued among the group. Was this worth checking out? Thefinal answer was yes. Troy was selected to go, since he lived closest to thewoman. The rest of the group even agreed to help chip in for his expenses.Troy got back in touch with the woman by e-mail, and soon the arrangementswere made. The photo shoot would come 10 days hence. It was a difficultperiod for Troy; on the one hand, he didn't want to invest too much hope inthe idea that it would really work; on the other hand,. Finally, her words made sense."Back to sleep for you, Sweety. We have our orders you know."And as he was falling once again into that deep, black never-endinghole, he could just make out or thought he could make out Polly's voiceand her parting words."She came out so cute!"# # #His mouth was full of sand, and his eyes. He spat out the grit andblinked and blinked and blinked, without much success. There was ablinding light, and for a moment he thought he was stuck in mid-transfer, but the. In no time at all, Porter threw his weight against Pettigrew’s cabin door and it sprang open. Inside, Harriet could see an oil lamp burning brightly, and the port side window facing the pursuer was without curtains.“You God-damned fool!” Porter raged. “I ordered lights out.”“Do not blaspheme, Captain!” Pettigrew thundered. “I have missed prayers for days, and no enemy will keep me from proclaiming my faith!”More men came running, attracted by the ruckus.“Throw this old fool into the brig!”.