We arrived at the subway station a few blocks from her house.It was late around 3 am nobody was around .We went down the stairs at the Woodhaven BLVD....station. We waited a long time so we started kissing and rubbing each other through our clothes.I fondled her breasts while she fondled my cock through my pants but we quickly stopped when we saw a cop on the other side of the station.When we saw him leave we started grouping each other again.To our surprise he came over to our side of the. Hardly an expert on the limits of a cutting torch, I had to shrug. ?Idon?t know. The door seems pretty thick. Doesn?t really matter, sincethere?s no way to be sure we wouldn?t damage whatever?s inside, andgiven how hard this thing is to get into, I?m betting that, whatever itis, we really want it intact.??Good point. I guess that means using one of his little bombs is outtoo,? Jordan mumbled, rubbing at his chin thoughtfully. He spent acouple of seconds like that, but apparently no other. * * * The party is everything Tamra had feared it would be. Her husbands boss an obese matron with daddy issues wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse with the elastic bands clutching her upper arms like pythons. Co-workers wear various combinations of flannel and plaid-patterned cotton. Cowboy hats abound, as do fake horses, fake mustaches, and real alligator boots. Tamra floats through it all in a daze. She can still feel the strangers hands on her body, his cock in. ’ ‘Goodie, I want to retire early.’ ‘And have a long life afterward too, I would hope.’ ‘You got that right!’ ‘Why don’t you check into the Wilmington Hilton… say tomorrow night? I’ll set you up with a choice female and the following day we can evaluate the local situation.’ ‘Sounds good to me, boss. I particularly like the companionship part.’ ***** Axle Dominefski settled into the Hilton the following night and was greeted soon after by none other than K.C. herself, who entertained him.