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and check them out, to see if I knew them.  I did some, so I got to checking them for addresses of loved ones...I don't know maybe I thought I could let them know about their loved ones. 
         Anyway, one day when the bodies were dumped a black briefcase was placed right in the middle of the parking area.  They knew I'd been checking things out I guess, so I got the briefcase, found your address and ran to town for my plane.  Here I am."
         "Did you happen to see a key pad of some kind near the entrance?"
         "There's a box on the right side so that might be it."
         "I have it," shouted Duke.
         We looked at each other and waited for Duke to tell us what he had.
         "That 'get in and out of the backdoor' thing got me thinking so I checked the satellite feed and found the back door of the facility.  It is camouflaged in the rock of the mountain near the base, but it's there.  See?"  We looked and I didn't see it at all.
         If we park at the back door, ride up to the entrance in a four wheeler we could come out the back door, get in the truck and drive away.  Sounded like a plan to me.  Now if we could figure out the codes.
         I was brain dead by supper, so I wandered outside to clear my mind.  There were arguments and discussions going on between everyone it seemed, so I was content to sit on the bottom step and watch Mandy and Bubba fight over a rag.  It was a tug of war, between a little girl and a small dog and she was letting him win.  Then he would take off, wait for Mandy to catch him and the tug of war was on again.  The nonsense of it helped me ground myself again.
         Supper was all talk not much eating.  We were getting things figured out with very little input from me, so I wandered outside to get some fresh air.  As I stood there a star streaked across the sky and flamed out.   I was in the rocking chair watching the stars, when  Mason came out and sat on the stool next to me.
         "You ok?"
         "Yea, just watching the stars."
         "We could do that upstairs."  What a hopeful heart.
         "Yea, we could."  I continued to rock slowly.
         He sighed, and stood, then bent and put a hand on each arm of the chair.  Leaning down he kissed me gently, then with more meaning.  I put my arms behind his head and he stood with me in his arms.  Using the outside stairs, I nibbled his neck as we went in the upstairs door, and then into our bedroom.  I managed to kick the door shut just as things got interesting.
                 
 
     

             
     
     
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         My butt hurt.  Kens butt probably did too but I didn't care, I was so not riding in the bunk. So we suffered in the passenger seat of the Volvo, riding on the edge of the seat for hours.  I had to brace myself on the dash and the gear shift rested between my legs which made it even more fun.  Not in the 'yippee this is a good time' kind of fun either.
         We'd argued about the seating arrangements for nearly 15 minutes before Mason, exasperated beyond sane, just started the truck and drove out of the small parking lot in front of the lodge.  Ken and I continued to haggle until we both just settled into the position we were in now.  Me staring at Mason, who ignored me completely unless he had to shift gears,  Ken staring out the window.  Occasionally Ken tried to push me from the seat, so I was bracing my feet against the base of Masons seat.  It was gonna be a long, exhausting trip.  I tried not to sigh so much but my rear end was smarting.
         We were on the interstate headed south, somewhere in northern Idaho, I think.  We were what the truckers called 'bob tailing' or without a trailer which made the ride bumpier.  Mason was driving around 60 mph to hurry things along because of the tension