You all go back to the house; I'll catch up with you."They all get knowing smiles on their faces and nod to each other. Theyunderstand what's going t... happen, although none of them has any ideawhere Paco will actually take me, they have heard the stories. I vainlylook back and forth trying to understand what they mean."Are you going to let me go?" I ask Paco fearfully."I want you to meet someone - a good friend and very powerful andimportant person. And I think he would like to meet you.". I seem to sing better when dreaming about sex.I announced the time for our twenty-minute break and putting my guitar on its stand, turned around and there she stood. With one hand on the rail, she motioned with the other for me to join her on the dance floor. “Where’s your partner?" I asked.“Oh, I told him we’re friends and I needed to talk to ya.”Leaning close she whispered in a silky voice dripping with honey.“Not my type. I’m Hope and you are?” She was grinning like she had just told a huge. Carla rested her folder, referencing Jake’s condition, on the chair’s armrest, allowing Jake and Brad an uninterrupted view up her skirt. Jake smiled at Brad appreciating his friend’s interest in his recovery and knowing what they’d soon be doing.“I know I saw you, Wendy, and Tiffany only last week. How have you been feeling? Do you notice any improvement?”“I’m feeling better. Bright lights don’t bother me as much and just the odd dizzy spell. Tiffany is watching my reactions when she makes me. She stopped at a rest stop and changed clothing. Her dress got a little wet so she hung it up in the back and changed to jeans and a sweatshirt. It was pouring down as she entered onto I-90/94. PD put on a talk show that where the subject was about serial killers. She popped open a can of coke and took a healthy swig. She had emptied her bladder when she changed.Listening to the show it was apparent that four on the panel of five didn't know shit what they were talking about. Even their.