He considered taking off. Tossing the case onto the forecourt and screeching the hell out of her life. No. That'd leave prints on the handle. Maybe ta...e some money as expenses? Or rip her off entirely? Tempting, but he'd be a criminal. Hunted. Either by her, the boyfriend, or the law. He was stuck. Heard the bell jangle and swivelled to see her emerging with a bag full of snacks. He willed himself to start the vehicle and leave, but stayed gripping the wheel, perhaps held by her incredible. If Quince doesn't have them brought here, we'll never find them. Come on! We have to get inside!" No! get back here!" hissed Michael, but Paul was already making his way towards the house. Cursing under his breath, Michael followed.They ran around to the back of the house, trying to keep out of sight as much as possible. The back door that the last two guards had left through was slightly ajar. They moved silently up to the door. Paul peered through. Then he and Michael slipped inside.They were. Many cars coming. Hide behind the next sand-dune.’ said Vasili and she saw in shock the men grab their guns and get into position hiding behind the rock that sheltered their campside from view when someone would look their way on the road. The sound of many engines came nearer. She felt her heart race in her throat lying face down in hiding behind the next ridge of sand. Searchlights swept through the night. The night was full of noises. Cars, trucks, motorbikes it seemed. Then the vehicles. Oh, did I say I'm a guy? Sorry, yes, that part's important.So, anyway, I was in Florida, at a large conference center, manning our exhibit, when a woman came up, looked at my badge and said, "Hello, David, it's refreshing to see a man at one of these things, especially a young man. I'm Mia, Mia Ferguson."Well, let me describe the woman standing there in front of me.She was older, I'd say somewhere in her forties, and what was most notable about her was her boobs. I have no idea what size they.