“Oh, nothing wild.” Betty reassured. “I just figured we could rent a good film from the video store and get a few snacks, maybe a little Rockber...y Wine. Sort of a girls night in.”“Hmm, I guess that would be ok.”“Great, why don’t you leave everything to me.” Betty said with a smile. “Just be at my house in an hour.”“All right, see you then.” Wilma replied as she picked up the basket and headed back to the house.An hour later, Wilma was knocking on the door of the Rubble house. It was dark inside. . but such a nice shock! He didn’t have much time, but at the same time as she felt the wet caress of his tongue on her clitoris he was trying to carefully stretch the opening of her unbroken hymen with his fingers before entering her for the first time.As a consequence, there was no sharp pain, no crying out, and very little tearing or blood loss; just her sighs and low moans as his penis edged slowly inside and she got used to the new sensation of ultimate oneness. It didn’t take her long to. Frank Connell was the man with the pinned up shirt. Devlon Kristensen wore a prosthetic foot, and Jerry Henniger was the other man in a wheelchair. The Hispanic with a prosthetic leg was named Ramon Gomez.After introductions, Matt Boswell grinned and said, "As troops go, we might appear used up, Mr. Stanley, but we'll do the job for you. You won't catch one of us asleep, drunk, or drugged up on the job, and we're all experts with a pistol."I looked at Flint and said, "We've got a problem. No. "With a groan ... or two or three or six, I got up, padded barefoot down the hall, down the stairs, into the kitchen, got a drink of water, drank it, picked up the ringing phone and got a dial tone.A quick trip to the bathroom, as quick as a healthy young man with a full bladder can make it. I had just started to pee and the phone started up again."Answer the fucking phone!" hollered Grace.Stopping in mid stream? Not on your life. "I'm busy." God, do I have to do everything?"Pad, pad, pad, Ring.