Keri aimed the hot spray at her tits and face and let the last of the stream hit her mouth. She shook my cock to get the last drops out and turned aro...nd in the shower to rinse of her body. I grabbed her, quickly, and turned her around to kiss her.“Mick, don’t I still have piss on my face.”“Keri, if it is good enough for you it is good enough for me.”“But it tastes terrible. I don’t think I want to do that anymore.”“Oh, yeah. Not tasty. I gotta work on my diet! Ok, no more piss games. I. . .” THEN: Melissa When she opened her eyes the sun was streaming through the window of her apartment. She stirred slowly, stretching her body in a catlike manner. At that moment she realized he wasn’t in the bed with her anymore. Panicking, she leaped from under the covers and went to run out of the room. When she realized she was naked, she slid to a stop. Opening her drawers, she quickly found a pair of mesh running pants and an old T-shirt. Quickly tugging those garments on, she rushed out. ’ Michelle squeezed Alejandro’s hand, then turned to look at the hoodoos again. They did look like Indians. Tall. Mysterious. She imagined their mournful song, and a chill ran through her. ~~~ Alejandro pulled into a rest stop that had several picnic tables, each shaded by massive cottonwood trees. ‘I want to show you a special place. We call it Rock Pile. My family had many picnics here when we were growing up.’ Each picnic table was on the edge of what, indeed, looked like a mountain of. I did have the names of three persons in Honolulu who were said to be both knowledgeable and trustworthy. Their advice would be sought.According to my charts, it was something in excess of a thousand miles from Honolulu to Sally Island. Surely some part of that journey could be accomplished by air?I spoke to Robert Dalvani, one of the three names that had been provided. He wanted to know who had recommended him, and I explained. He wanted to know who else's name had been mentioned, and again, I.