Once they got to the park, Kathy started poking around the clusters of vegetation, looking for a way into the middle of one. She finally found one and...pulled Bobby behind her. There was a nest, of sorts, in the middle. It was littered with beer cans, plastic bottles, candy bar wrappers, the odd piece of clothing and... condoms... lots of used condoms.It wasn't very romantic, observed Kathy. But it would have to do. She turned to Bobby. "I'm glad you came. I've been wanting to do this for a. We reached some sort of cover for peak daylight — sort of scrubby forest in the bottom of the valley — and lay up for a while. Even got radio contact with BHQ — fuckers — hoping the local fuckheads couldn't work the radio location gear we knew they now had. Probably knew damn' well where we were anyway, for fucks sake and not that HQ was any fucking help. Told us they'd track us with a drone, which was really nice of them — at least the Next of Kin would know exactly how we died. Might even get. .2..1.." said the off-camera voice.When the count reached zero there was a loud bang and a bright flashthat momentarily filled the screen. When the flash faded all threesubjects were unconscious and hanging by the wrist from their handcuffs.The metal 'football' was clearly the souce of - and had been peeled openby - the explosion, but this had been small enough that it did not appearto have caused any physical damage to the three subjects. The image thenrapidly fast-forwarded, as indicated by. She insisted that I stay for the rest of the day and overnight. She argued that I could leave for Sweetwater tomorrow as easily as I could leave today, and she felt that I had not been thanked properly. Now just what the hell did that mean? I couldn’t resist and gave in to the pressure to stay overnight.Joan changed into more suitable clothes and rode with me around the ranch, ostensibly to show me the scenic wonders of the JC— (Jay Cee Bar), but actually to spend more time with me out of the.