At the entrance to the bunker complex, I saw signs of a struggle. Ripped clothes and lost trainers. Even some tie wrap's lay on the ground. Indicating...that something or someone was being tied up. A short way away from the woodland path I saw that something was tied to a large tree. I hid behind some bushes and worked my way around. Just so I could see what was on the other side of the tree. There was a half-naked guy bound to the tree with some cargo strapping. He wore his underwear over his. Evidently there was another, larger door somewhere because soon I was out front in the darkness just behind the stage. I could see everything that was happening on stage, but I couldn't be seen.Mike walked onto the stage and started introducing the girls. There was a rinky-tink piano played by a grizzled old black man who looked like he had been playing in whore house parlors most of his life. He was belting out some of the really old bump-and-grind music and the girls were taking it off to. You saw what he did to me and you act like he was shaking my hand or something. I know he’s your friend, but grabbing a woman’s breast is a serious matter.”“I really do like you, Christine, but this prissy attitude of yours is getting old fast,” stated June flatly. “He’d never touch a woman in any way without her permission, and most women would be only too happy to grant that request. You were about to go head first into that mud hole and he caught you. It’s that simple.”“Are you telling me. ‘Hey Dean your mom let me in and she said that I looked so cute.’ She said with a laugh. ‘I’m pretty sure she thinks you’re the daughter she never had except for my sister.’ I said with laugh. ‘Why are you so weird?’ she asked with a smile. ‘I think it’s having you as a best friend.’ I said smiling back at her. ‘Yea maybe.’ She said slapping me. ‘Are we going to watch the movie or what?’ I asked. ‘Sure, but first is my present I have to give you.’ ‘Bailey I tell you every year you don’t need to.