My buddy, Vic, came walking through the kitchen and saw us. He laughed and jokingly said, “No sex before the game!” Mary Beth just laughed and sai..., “Why not?” I was just half-kidding when I responded, “Hell, we’re only 20 feet from my bedroom.” Mary Beth looked at me very seductively, with her big blue puppy dog eyes and said, “C’mon!” And started toward my bedroom. I followed and as soon as we entered my bedroom, I closed and locked the door behind us.Mary Beth stood up on her heels and. She took it and swigged it back. She didn't seem to care at all that she'd made an enemy of Steve Henridge."Don't you think you're being a little cold after all the help he's given us?" Nope."She took another bite of her sandwich and clicked a few buttons on the computer."No?"I was honestly confused. Sheila was usually a pretty decent person, or at the very least intelligent. But here she'd insulted and humiliated someone who we'd considered a friend and confidante the past few days and she. All 3 stalls were occupied and 2 guys were pissing. I stood over away from the urinals and waited. Where I stood was near the entrance door and I had a good view under the stall doors which were really quite high off the floor. I could see the usual foot tapping signalling going on but no one was getting down under the partition. I continued to wait and 3 other guys came and went from having a piss and I started to get a bit nervous just standing and waiting and was about to go when two. As we rode further into the town the buildings became more spread out and less tightly packed. Inside the town was quaint and charming, just what you would expect a country town to be like. It was not simply a smaller version of Teroncia, but you could see similar influences throughout the small town. The innkeeper was not at all upset at helping us unload and stow the wagon. With the ample help of his family and other locals the job was done in no time. After about an hour our stuff was.