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. Come to think of it, why didn't I bring him home last night?I began scanning through the previous nights texts to see if I had said anything stupid. Then I smiled."Hey gorgeous. I'm sorry I didn't spend the night like you wanted. Trust me, it was very hard (in more ways then one ) but you were a little too drunk and the better part of me knew it was wrong.Give me a call sometime tomorrow and we can meet up, maybe grab dinner. Sweet dreams babe."Aww, well at least my question was answered.I slowly stood up and stretched, instantly falling slightly into my dresser.Still a wee bit drunk...I grabbed a cute pink pair of booty shorts and threw an old oversized tee over top and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Make that coffee with a nice amount of Bailey's.My roommates weren't home so I flopped on the couch and began to watch some reality show reruns. It was nice to be home alone, a rare occurance. Sometime's I did naughty things at these times...The coffee was slowly waking me. He was scared of Bennie and of you, Janice."Bennie chuckled, "He has no idea. Janice could tie him up in knots with hand-to-hand or a weapon. She likes knives." He grinned at me.I grinned back. We mounted and left heading southwest. When we got to I-85, we looked around carefully before crossing the road and heading back into the woods. Bennie stopped us and went back on foot to cover our trail. We continued on for about ten miles until everyone was tired and sore before stopping.Bennie insisted that our fire be hidden and that we use dry wood to cut the smoke. We kindled our fire under a small group of trees to further hide any smoke. While supper cooked, we radioed in and then pulled our maps and set out an approximate route to take us to Georgia at I-85. It wouldn't be much longer and would keep us off the interstate. There looked to be some overland sections but we both knew there would be some farming roads that we could follow. We might see some more people who we could.
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