"Wow, Amy, you've got quite a boyfriend," kidded Lisa.The next hand, we lost. Lisa took off her blouse and then we lost the next hand."Damn, I guess I...have to shed my Jockeys, right?" I asked Lisa."Yeah, better than me taking off my bra, go ahead," and she motioned for me to lower my briefs which I did.I stood there with the hard-on of my life. It quavered with each heartbeat, just bouncing up and down."Look, Lisa, god, it's moving all on it's own. Look."Well, they had a good giggle as Frank. "A Level 8 is pretty low. Level 1 is the highest and Level 9 is the lowest." What are you?" Cynthia asked Ted."Level 9," he laughed. "But I'm hoping to improve that." Aren't we all," Matheson added. He spoke it to us all, but I could somehow tell he meant the remark to be pointed at Fred."And what are you, Mr. Matheson, if you don't mind me asking?" Angela asked."Not at all," he smiled back. She could charm anyone she wanted to. "I'm a Level 3."The party (or the meeting, or whatever it was. “Yep,” he answered in his soft, natural drawl. To him, he sounded just like his dad. That gave him confidence, just to think that.“Where are you from? I hope you don’t mind me asking.” She asked in a flat, dry voice, as if she really didn’t care but asked anyway.“Tulsa,” he stated softly, barely audible to her.“Where are you going? To Kansas City?” She asked, still trying to get him to talk.“Nope,” he answered, determined not to tell her anything. He still didn’t trust her for some reason. Her. I’m at a stable location and can keep you from falling on down the crevice past me should you slip, but be careful, those pockets of gravel are treacherous.”It wasn’t the best method, but it would limit how far either fell if one should slip.It took an hour to get to the valley floor, and both young women were exhausted when they finally made it. After finding a suitable place shrouded by large boulders, they sat (collapsed) to rest for a few minutes. Ann took a long pull from her water straw.