‘A newspaper, a small town newspaper, can’t be managed by long distance.’ Her voice was firm. Gone were the tears of mourning. ‘If Jonathan Co...sair is too busy to buy this paper in person, where will he be when we really need him?’ Senator Helene Falkland cut in. ‘Mr. Corsair is an outstanding businessman who will head up the paper. I picked him myself.’ Robyn Dunmore noticed Helene Falkland for the first time. ‘What is the senator doing here,’ Robyn demanded. ‘This is a board meeting for the. He waved at the man standing closest to him to come over. That man eagerly pulled down his pants and got on the blanket. Snake instructed Tracey to get on top of the other guy and fuck him. Tracey got on top of lucky number three and guided his cock into her pussy. She sat up and road him like a horse. Tracey threw her head back and squealed in ecstasy as she wildly fucked the man underneath her. Then Snake slipped behind Tracey and began licking her ass cheeks and planting little nibbles down. Absent-mindedly, she switched on the radio and let herself be bombarded with the raucous sound of a top twenty pop station. The acid-etched memory of her mother with that horrible Marlowe man blazed in her mind like a neon billboard... her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno movie... pot-bellied, balding Jerry Marlowe hunched over her, his head stuffed between her lewdly-splayed thighs, his back arching and. I know I did it but I don't actually remember much of what happened once we got up to the room. Anyway, as soon as it was over I went into the bathroom and got extremely sick. I vaguely remember taking a shower and going to bed. When I woke up in the morning I was in the room by myself. That weasel Kyle didn't even stay with me to make sure I was okay. I guess it was actually a good thing that he wasn't there. I really didn't want to face him after what I had done."I was sick most of the day,.