She reached her belly button, “Belly buttons are such a useless and ugly waste of skin”, Rachel muttered as she traced the circular opening that i... her “innie”. Her teenage belly had always bothered her. She rubbed both of her hands across the full length of her slightly overweight belly and thought of those extra 20 pounds she felt like she was carrying around. Rachel really only had enough weight to just curve those hips out, just enough, to scream “GRAB HERE!”“Maybe one day I will be thin. She got hotter but didn’t climax.Refastening my pants, I headed down to the motel lounge. As I went by the desk I said, “eight” to the manager. He nodded.Several guys at the bar recognized me and offered to buy me drinks. I started with bourbon on the rocks. I knew them by appearance and first name, the same way they knew me. There were four tonight, the number varied from three to five, and each drew a folded slip of paper. There were times written on them, a half hour apart, starting at. " Uhh ... well ... Ma'am, ... I'm afraid I'm not old enough to drink." You're kidding! Really? How old are you, Will?" feigning surprise in her voice."Nineteen, Ma'am." Well, you do look older, and you certainly have much more maturity than any other nineteen-year-old I've met lately, that's for sure. But what's in a number anyway? I'm forty-four myself, in a couple of ways. And I tend to act younger than my age. So, let's meet somewhere in the middle. Can we agree to do that?" Yes, that would. Tears were streaming down her face. He gently wiped the tears away and held her close to him. Petra fell asleep with Nick running his hands through her hair. At a quarter till ten, Nick slipped out from underneath Petra. He dressed and quietly left the room. He arrived at Dr. Sven son's office."Hi Doc." Hi Nick." Have you found out anything yet?" Nope I haven't. I still don't know what the substance is. I did figure out how it kept the nitro from exploding when it is fired or bumped." Don't.