The hunt was afoot“Amen, sister.” Howard had to put in some effort to keep up with the quick little steps a woman on a mission was putting down. He followed her, watching that ass work like a couple of puppies fighting under a blanket through to the center of the ballroom and the four black pipe and draped stages, then as she squeezed herself just right in between two to the backstage area.
“Looks like everyone is eating in the Cades Cove meeting room but I wanted you to see the set up. This is where the teams live until it is their turn to take the stage. We have beverages and snacks right there. Care for anything before I take you to the officials’ lounge?” Bags of goldfish, animal crackers, and warm Gatorade chaotically tossed about on a folding table were not really Howard Jameson’s j
