Believing himself to be on the verge of an encounter with the beautiful and elusive purple woodcock, he switched his tape recorder on and held out the...microphone in front of him as he straddled a grassy rise and suddenly came upon the source of the trashing.To his amazement and chagrin, Jerkoff saw that what had produced the sounds was not a bird at all, but instead two bodies locked in a most lubricious embrace. Despite his initial shock, Jerkoff stood mesmerized with the microphone clutched. "I think, it's like Max said. Shit just happens to her. Some people are just shit magnets." I'll drink to that," I said taking a sip of the bottled water from the supply drop.After the story telling, we moved on to card games. We went from games and bullshit to more games and more bullshit until dusk. It was an hour before dark when the last air drop came. That drop had the remainder of the LAW rockets and a supply of weapons, along with Helen's version of Plumpy nut. Her version was held. Presently, as you can see from your almost empty room, we are a little slow ... There's young Mrs. Carstairs, who is suffering from a rattlesnake bite. The snake was over twelve feet long and had eighteen buttons on his tail. She's luck to be alive.However, she's doing much better now. Next we have Mr. Green recuperating from gall bladder surgery. He should be going home tomorrow and then there is this very nice ex-military man, who is trying to steal my heart away, but he is no problem; I can. Damn thing seemed to go a third of the way to his knee, and it was so thick I could see it throbbing through his pants leg! But this is a creepy slob and - well, hell, if it had been someone I could respect, I would've... Ah, the hell with it. How do you like the port?" It's nice, kind of nutty, but awfully strong." Yeah - but so what?" she teased. She sipped again, then turned and curled her legs. She sat in a semi-lotus position facing Connie, then glanced down at her crotch. "Sorry," she.