It was a chilly fall and the sun set pretty early. It was quite dark by the time Bill made his way to a basement bar he had been to earlier in the yea.... The place was well-kept and the oval-shaped bar was surrounded by large plants and posters of exotic lands. “Evening Sir, what can I get you tonight ?”, asked the middle-aged barman“A gin and tonic please”, answered Bill, his eyes slowly getting used to the light.Just as he was doing that, the barman dimmed the lights throughout the whole bar. Aware of the framed photos of handsome boys--prom dates perhaps--and smiling parents posed in a suburban living room. Aware of the girl-things scattered about with abandon--cotton panties, a sheer bra, fluffy pink bunny slippers, a tortoise shell cosmetics compact, and white plastic disk of birth control pills.Something about the sum of all these parts re-kindles my sexual longing. I look down to find an erection throbbing against my jeans. Marie sees it as well, and as she completes the last. " That's normal." The door to the conference room let out a low creak as he opened it, revealing a cavernous room that featured numerous chairs around a large circular table. "Please. Why don't you sit right here?"He escorted her to a table near the podium and she sat down. She looked around the room and saw four men (including Dr. Barton) and three women, chatting amongst themselves.As the conversations died down, one woman stood up and smiled. "Hello, Melody. My name is Cynthia Bloomfield,. ”“You have a plan?”“Better’n that. I got Wally and a replacement prop.”“Y’all sure that’s gonna work?”“We’re gonna look, and give it a try. If it doesn’t, we’ll know and we’ll take the next steps. Wally says it sounds like a bent prop. He’s thinking no engine damage. If that’s the case they’ll be home tonight. If it ain’t, we’ll have a big slumber party and let Wally fend for himself while we figure out the next step.”“I appreciate your help.”“You guys ain’t the only ones in the ‘rescue’.