A scowling gray haired man stood at the counter. The frown lines on his granite face were deep and looked permanently etched. ‘Good afternoon. Can I...help you?’ ‘Man, this dump hasn’t changed in 20 years. How much a night for a cabin?’ First impression: This guy’s a prick. Tom shrugged off the insult. ‘Fifty dollars.’ ‘Fifty! I’ll give you twenty, and I want cabin 10.’ ‘The price is $50, and there is no cabin 10.’ ‘No 10!’ He walked to the window and checked for himself. ‘I’ll be damned. That’s. ”“I was drunk and very, very hot. The heat earlier this week was unbearable. I needed to cool down and just didn’t care at the time.” I could feel myself getting upset but Cheryl put a comforting arm around me and pulled me close to her. “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay. Carry on but tell us everything and I mean everything. We want to know exactly what went on in every detail.” So, I told them and I didn’t leave anything out. They sat calmly and listened, nodding along as I described all that. He looked around and realized that he did not recognize the place where he found himself, nor did he remember just how he came about being there. The bed where he lay was in the center of a round room, the walls constructed of gray blocks of rough hewn stone. He struggled to a sitting position and his frown deepened, as his body did not respond as he thought it should. He felt sluggish and clumsy as if he were a wee babe just learning how to control his movements."Where the hell am I and what. Rema ke bate sun kar mera lund tight how gaya tha mane Tshirt or shorts pehna tha rema ne mare lund ko notice kar leya or mare akhow me dekhne lage mane use pucha ke tum ne kabhe sunny ke lund ko dekha tha tow rema ne na me sir hilya or madhoshi bhare nazro se mare lund ko dekh ne lage rema bed par bathe the or me zamin par uske samne khada tha bed ke zada height na hone ke waje se rema ka chera mare lund ke thek samne tha mane use pass gaya or apne lund se thek uske chare ke samne uske nak ko.