After some time, they came upon a cave entrance. The party stopped around fifty feet from it and starting discussing their plan.“That’s the second...entrance, right?” Fender asked. “We should skip it then, it had the big cross over it.”“What if this is the first entrance, and we miscount later?” Agate questioned.“Let me look at that map again,” Pua said. Fender handed him the paper, and Pua spent some time looking at the map, then the surroundings, then back and forth again for a few. The smokes joined the ratty robe in the bottom of the can.I looked back at Mary, and the smile was back. She had her elbows on the table with her chin resting on her interlocked fingers as she watched me toss away the reminder of Biker Joe. I pointed and laughed. Her boobs had settled into her plate when she leaned her chin into her hands. I walked back to her and held out my hands to help her up. After she was standing I gently lifted each boob and licked the egg and bacon grease from below. . wasn't going to involve himself with Pamela Whittier any more, he couldn't forget her that easily. With a curse he let his breath out and let Pamela in. He could never forget the very first time. Her tawny, shoulder-length hair and large, high breasts. There had always been a kind of sexy invitation in the way she walked... either coming at you or going away. Pamela was an exotic hybrid of a woman.The party where they met had been going strong, but Pamela insisted on a change of scene. It was. It was a man's voice, and judging by the accent, he sounded well educated."Hi. My name's Jane. I have an appointment." She sounded more nervous than she'd intended to."Please, come up," enthused the voice. The door clicked open, andJane crept inside."How did you hear about me?" asked the man Jane had spoken to on the intercom, a respectable looking man in his late thirties. He had a full beard which was already starting to get a few white hairs, and wore oldfashioned glasses. He sat down in.