She told him what she was intending to do and asked if he would announce it. He stood up and said "Bobbie wants to show us how good she was at what sh... used to do, and if anybody wants in on it to line up behind him." We opened up the futon couch in his living room and Bobbie laid down on it and spread her legs as wide as she could. She told them first come first serve and only one at a time. needless to say everybody there got in line. She fucked each guy differently and would announce what. M., one of the guys emerged from his room and walked out to the pool. He immediately saw us and proceeded toward us. He began to scoot a lounge chair up beside us and, almost in a whisper, began saying, ‘I’m so sorry if things got carried away last night. I spoke to Stan and we’d like to keep this on the down low if possible. We’ve had time to think about it and it almost seemed like we were forcing ourselves on the situation, and that scared us a bit afterwards.’ I could see the relief melt. "Fuck! Wish I didn't do that."Then I get my first look at a clock since my alarm went off. It said 6:30, which only gave me 15 minutes to eat, pack my lunch, and get to the stop. It's gonna be close, but I think I can make it. I quickly gobble down a bowl of cereal, pack my lunch, grab my bag, and am about to leave my house when I remember the trash. I look at my watch, only 2 minutes till. I rush in, grab the trash, and run to my stop. I make it just as the bus pulls up, but I'm covered in. " Alright father Wilson knows best," I said. "I have to get to Atlanta tomorrow and establish my cover before she get's there." So when are you leaving?" he asked. "It's a seven hour drive." Around midnight. I just don't know where I'm going or who I am yet. I really want to know before I go driving off to Atlanta half cocked." Well if worst comes to worst, I can have you an identity by 9AM tomorrow. I would prefer longer, but it will hold up for anyone, short of law enforcement who have finger.