JB was right, we were sluts. His sluts for tonight.The room was full. Couples danced. Girls passed about, holding trays of drinks, or nibbles. I eat a...little, drank a little more, but not so much as to become light headed. I’d emphasised the need to drink little to Alex. I hoped she had listened. I glimpsed her at the far side of the room, standing between two guys, who she seemed to have in the palm of her hand. They were captivated by her. JB led me out onto the dance floor. We danced. I felt. They sweated over that one for a while, but finally came up with a method which required a strong driver, though it did work well enough until they had time to work out a better method. They were limited to 5 MPH, but that sure as hell was better than nothing. Amos was the only one of our people strong enough to steer the monster. The big advantage was that they found enough wheels for three trailers, and that turned out to be the pulling capacity of the tractor when it was fully ballasted.It. They talk a few words in their language again. Then the bald guy turns back to me and says "sorry, are you, honey?". I slowly nod. I can't help having a look at him, too. He's decently athletic and then ... well, my eyes fall on his groin area. It's pretty obvious that he's rock hard underneath his boxers. I quickly turn my look at his face again, but he already noticed. He's grinning. It also becomes more and more apparent to me that he's wasted. He says "So you're as dirty as you look, hu?. He made the mistake of spitting on Tom’s moccasins and cussing him. Tom just stuck his fist up in under the man’s rib cage and then jacked his jaw with a good hard left. Willamacher was layin in the dirt hurtin for air before he knew what had happened.“I would pay to have seen that,” Dan said and laughed.“That ain’t all either, Will McDonnough still wanted to convince the sheriff that he needed to let his men out on bail and was talkin all high and mighty to the sheriff when he made the mistake.