The largest of the inns was The Rusty Bell. The deciding factor for me was its proximity to the western edge of Spant. We had decided that it would ma...e for a quieter stay if the boys didn't accompany me into town, but I still wanted them as close as I could get them.The Rusty Bell was no Three Seasons, nor was Feliks Moroe an Artuma. Certainly not in a physical sense. He was short, fat and seemed to sport his long, greasy hair with a pride that defied its stringy appearance. I arranged for a. You happy we talked you into the dormitory?I smile. How can you not smile when a woman, as lovely as Rose is, asks you essentially if you are sorry she helped you get more pussy than any man has a right to have? Yes I am happy.You fall in love with any of them yet?Why do you ask that Rose?Some of them will be with you a very long time. It will be hard not to fall in love with them, unless you hate them!I see what you mean.You broken your rule about fourteen year olds?No, why?Because, I think,. ' Mike returned, as he mulled over the scanner data she had sent. 'Hum, that's just what we need, another 'unknown' tossed into the mix, also it looks like I can kiss off this blowing over any time soon.'MONDAY 4:30 P. M. Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, Arlington, VAMitch and Stanley met up at the normal jump-off point and settled on the Uncle and Nephew cover. With initial contact made they boarded the express flight to Chicago traveling coach, while making every effort to minimize. I was never married ,single ,twenty five ,in good health and was pretty good at wooing the ladies . I had the gift of gab and my personality drew the attention of many waitresses who waited for my return. This story is about a particular waitress named Sally, a twenty year old woman that worked in the same town I laid over in. For a couple of years we became close, so close that she would often stop by my hotel room after work,which of course was to have sex. She was a pretty brunette,slim.