He called Bob and asked him to make sleeping arrangements for the wives. He would be more than happy to sleep inside the Sporting Goods Store, if that...was all that was available.After about ten minutes, Bob came into the living room. Shuffling his feet, he said, “The best I could do was a jail cell at the Sheriff’s office. Everyone else that we know in the area has family visiting for the holidays.”Grinning, Ed said, “That’s great. I’ve always wanted to visit two hot babes locked up in jail!”As. People now started to getcloser to me, and there was lots of squeezing going on. One of the menapproached me from behind, and unhooked my bra, and it fell down along with therupees I had stashed in it. He held my bare breasts tight as they fell aroundme. I got rid of him, got down on the floor on my knees and elbows collectingthe money. People were now pulling the string of my panties to get a glimpse ofmy butt. One of the guys put his finger inside and found its way to my asshole,while I. " It was worth a try," I replied and then yelled over to the bar, "Two more, please."When Walt brought them over he said with a smile, "I see you have met Jack's friend, whoever or whatever he is. The previous owner labeled this booth 'The Haunted Booth.' Anyone who sat here said they got strange feelings and their drinks kept disappearing. Some of the women said that they felt a little like something was trying to put the make on them, but no one could explain what was happening. Then Jack. The phone rang for a while before it went to the message bank so Sharon dropped it back into her handbag and gathered up her gear. The only thing that she could really do is go back into the bar, have a drink or two, and see what happens.Once again as she entered the room the lads all spun around to greet her. Their eyes took in her delicious torso and the barman hung up the phone and grabbed a bottle of scotch down off the top shelf.Sharon noticed that the curtains had been pulled down and.