Of course - he had a staff card so that he hadaccess to the staff rooms. And the staff didn't use the elevatorsthat were reserved for guests. Of cours... he was a guest - the stupidmaid didn't realise that. Obviously the pass card still had the nameof the girl who was supposed to be working here. The inability to usethe elevators was inconvenient, but hardly terminal. The importantthing was to find his new room quickly, close and lock the door andthen use the belt key that Gemma had placed in his. The entrance ta the cave wuz so small that they had ta keep their hosses outside. We found cover close ta the cave entrance an' stood guard while Bill an' Eddy rustled the hosses. Once the hosses wuz moved out of the way, I called out, "Y'ALL MEN IN THE CAVE! LISTEN TA ME, CUZ I'M ONLY GONNA SAY IT ONCE! COME OUT WITH YER HANDS UP! Y'ALL HAVE GOT FIVE MINUTES TA SURRENDER! OTHERWISE, WE'RE GONNA START SHOOTIN', AN' Y'ALL KNOW WHAT KIND OF MESS RICOCHETING BULLETS WILL MAKE IFEN THEY HIT YA. YER. My bed visitor put her leg over me and sat upright. I was amazed at what I saw in the dim light. She wasn’t even five feet tall but her chest was magnificent. How she hid those massive beauties I couldn’t guess but they sure stood out proud now. My hand went for the gold and she began squealing as I touched and tweaked them.Reaching down she aimed my ready rod at her darkly furred fun place and carefully moved up and down with gradually increasing strokes. It was tight even though very wet.. Buried lost for ages untold beneath layers of earth and rock. Rediscovered, uncovered, unearthed, a mystery yet something familiar, capable of unearthing things buried deep in our minds. Hidden thoughts awaken, thoughts long forgotten now have born a new. Thoughts that speak the words, ‘We were here before.’ or it seems as though we were. We can’t remember when or how, maybe racial memory, (if one can believe in such a thing) but it seems sure that this is part of who we were, or at least were.