Jokingly I added, "Maybe they think we're planning an affair."Jean smiled weakly at my inept comment.Reaching us our spouses immediately began a nervo...s dialog with us."Hey you two, what are you planning?" See, I told you." I laughed at Jean."Told her what?" Clare asked."I told her that I bet you two thought we were planning an affair." I grinned at them.Both Randy and my wife seemed to turn a little pale but Randy recovered first."Well, it did look a little suspicious over here and we wanted. I cried out in pain and one of them quickly covered my mouth, the old custodian said 'you ain't gotta cover the bitches mouth, ain't nobody here but us and we ain't gonna let no body hurt this little piece of boy pussy. Not till we are through with it that is,' again they all howl with laughter. The old bastard slammed into my butt hole so savagely that I thought he had ripped my anus open. When he finally slammed deep into me and flooded my butt hole, I thought that it was over. The other guy. "I still think this is a bad idea," Cody grumbled, just loud enough for his mother to hear him over the rumble of the C-130."Why?" Professor Cynthia Randall asked with frustration at Cody's continued focus on the subject."Because it's too dangerous, Mom!" he said, equally as frustrated. "Mom, this isn't about just archeology! We're going up against a worldwide organization and they don't care about what laws they break." You've already told me all that, Cody," Cynthia said sharply. "Unless you. She flipped her head to look at me. "Wait, what happened? Why am I in your bed? We didn't..." No, we didn't do anything." Oh." She sounded small. "Okay." She started climbing out of the berth."I had another seizure, in the middle of a nightmare. You started freaking out - guess nightmares are 'transmitted' as well as wet dreams. I'm sorry."She sat down in the chair, looking cross. "Yeah, fine, okay."Something in me snapped. "Okay, Dee. What is your problem? Have I done anything wrong? I swear.