"Who said I was going to tell on you?" he asked.I rolled my eyes and started walking back to my room when I heard him run up to me and bock my way. "... won't tell as long as you tell me where you were," he said. I bit my lip nervously and decided to tell him."If you must know, me and Trey were fucking at a motel, okay?" I said matter-of-factly and began to walk again. He grinned and started walking with me. The parking lot where we were standing was completely silent. I decided to sit on. Alan walked over to Patrick and clapping him on the shoulder told him, ‘Better to be safe, there’s a space under a couple of the bunks that we can hide you in. Slip in and we’ll put the money under there as well just in case customs climb on board. We’ll refuel in a couple of hours when it opens and be on our way as quickly as we can.’ Making his way to the cabin Patrick slipped inside and just as Alan was going to close the wooden cover, Rachel bent down and slipped in, aligning her body face. The computer told me that it was still all clear when I checked on it. I thanked it, and told it I was going to bed, which it acknowledged.The next morning I showered, stripped my bed and put everything I was wearing last night in the wash. I don't usually go to bed dirty; but digging that grave last night, took it out of me, for some reason.I went and checked on the computer. It informed me it was functioning nominally, and was standing by. It also said it had several messages waiting from my. This time it was all standard types of product he carried by the ton so it was just pack and ship.By 10:30am that 7th day inventory was back in the black. We'd printed about 200 extra because the trending lines showed me they were the hottest sellers and I really didn't want to have to print more here at the show. I still had a few hundred blanks, so it wouldn't have been impossible, just a pain in the ass to do more prints so close to the end.Thankfully none of it needed to be dyed. Doing the.