"What the hell you got in there, Sis?"Sue held her nose and looked inside. It was a dead frog almost completely rotted away that soiled her immaculate...sleeping equipment. She quickly zipped it up and put the foul-smelling bag outside the tent hoping the odor would dissipate quickly.Ryan looked at her sitting there with a disappointed look on her pretty face."Are there any blankets in the van, Sue?"Sue shook her head in the negative. The sleeping bags seemed perfect for the overnight trip and. But he decided to wait until closing time, just in case someone camein. He'd return again tomorrow after work. Hopefully, the Downwindwould be seeing a lot more action.When a man in his mid-thirties entered a few minutes later, Vinnieheard a few groans from the older waitresses, as well as some mumbledverbiage from Bart. Although there were only a handful of patrons inthe bar, Vinnie was surprised when all of them simply stood up andleft. The man smiled as he casually watched them leave, then. Or worse. I felt the others’ eyes rest on me, and I started to tremble. I needed to think quick. A satisfying answer. “Mark Bowler,” I gasped hurriedly. “Really?” Mandy lifted an eyebrow. I quickly nodded. Mark was one of the sports cracks of the school, and his body was all muscles, in a lean, athletic sort of way. “Are you really, really sure about your answer?” Mandy didn’t let go. “Of course I’m sure. Why are you asking?” She smiled sweetly at me, and then her hand dug under the blanket and. 'Your Daddy encourage you to be like that'? Of course now I am older and more experienced in the ways of men and life, I could have given him an honest answer, but back then, words were, well, just words, and we just answered 'Yes', and 'No', as we thought necessary, if they pleased the person asking the question, so to his query, I said yes.This brought a huge smile to his face, 'Good Girl', he said over and over, murmuring more to himself than me.I looked down across the sand to where my.