If luck continued to follow me, it might be readable.I gathered everyone together, dismounted, and, taking a stick, I drew on the ground. "If I am cor...ect, this is an old large highway called an Interstate. Further, if I am correct, this is an interchange where a smaller road crossed it." With that, I drew a line across my two parallel lines. "Most interchanges looked like this." With that I drew the lines for a simple set of on/off ramps on each side. "If all this is correct, then we should. Just before I was out good he came in with a zip-lock bag in one hand and a cigar in the other. “Motherfucker, I thought you wanted to smoke! Your ass in here sleep.” I laughed at his comment. He sat down at the computer desk beside the bed and started to roll up the blunt. I could tell it was going to be some good shit. The blunt was smelling so good and he hadn’t even lit it yet. About thirty seconds later, he pulled out a lighter and lit it up. He passed it to me so I could take the. ‘…say the unidentified, badly burned victim has been transported in stable condition to St. Patrick’s on Eleven Mile Corner. Investigators say the victim’s burns were not related to the Despréaux wildfire which has burned an estimated six thousand acres, and continues unabated. A suspect’s wallet was recovered…’ ** When next she woke, her body felt as though it had woven like thread through a time warp where so many hours should have passed, but with no corroborating evidence beyond suspicion. Giving my body up. Loving how it felt to be fucked by a manly man. My legs found their way to the crooks of his elbows. My feet in the air on either side of his humping, thrusting torso. My arms were around his body. Around his back. Clasping him to me. My hands moved up and down his bare skin. I found his ass and pulled him into me. Feeling his buttocks clench and relax each time his wonderful cock plumbed the depths. My eyes were on his."Are you okay?" he asked."Yes... yes... yes..." I told.