The reporters started badgering some of the families whose loved ones were still trapped below with questions. I phoned the local police and asked for...crowd control. They segregated the media away from the mine head. We let it be known that they were welcome to talk to anyone, but it had to be voluntary. There are always some who wanted their moment on camera so the media didn't lack for interviewees.The first night wore on. Will was a master of organization, rotating the rescue crew with new. "Frank agreed and handed me the check. Fucker didn't even offer to cover the tip.Twenty minutes later, the taxi dropped us off at the Rabbit's Foot Gentlemen's Club. While Frank was getting out of the car, Susan leaned into me and whispered "I think I'm gonna be sick."Now, don't get me wrong - Susan is certainly no prude. There have been several occasions in which we have discussed visiting a strip club and fulfilling a deeply hidden fantasy of hers to get a lap dance while I was there with. " For the first time for a while Margaret smiled at the incongruity of the situation. Such a formal introduction when she was naked and he fully dressed. "Doesn’t anyone call you Jeremy or Jerry?" she asked."family call me Jeremy. No one since school days has dared to shorten it. Is yours shortened to Maggie?" Not until yours is shortened too." Some of her old spirit was returning. "Touché. Bath now. Follow me."Again the bathroom was impressive in its size. Black and white chequered tiled floor. Into that messed-up holiday had come my mysterious package.When I got to my apartment and opened the parcel, the contents of the package were an even bigger surprise than receiving it. Inside was a vibrator, with a nice shaft about five or so inches long and topped by a clitoral stimulator. The little card inside simply read, “For you to enjoy. Merry Christmas.”I could not think of anyone who would send me such a gift. I wasn’t involved in any kind of “Secret Santa” and even if I was, it would.