.PART2Hey guys, WOW, I cant believe all the supportive emails ive received insuch a short amount of time. Thanks to all. So, here's the continuationof..."Straight Marky".Ok, after dropping Marky off at his house, i went back home and got somemuch needed sleep. A couple of hours into my "c***", i heard the doorbellringing and knocking on the door at the same time non stop....PISSING MEOFF! I opened the door cussing like you wouldnt believe and there standingbefore me was ....yep, you guessed. They didn’t get to breakfast until late in the morning. I figured that meant they’d done it again when they woke up. She’d put on a blouse and skirt to fix breakfast. After they ate, she followed Thomas to the door where they had a long kiss, and he ran his hand along her side.I waited for her to return to the bedroom. She cleaned up the dishes, read the newspaper, and, finally, left for her room. I hurried behind her. She turned as I entered her room. She was standing in almost exactly the. Emma, the elderly woman at the front counter was quite hospitable and explained that although her shift was over in less than an hour, Marina, the night auditor, would be there to take care of his needs until the morning be it shampoo, soap, what ever. With that, he took his room key up to the 3rd floor, read the note by the phone with the ‘Welcome Gregory Parker,’ and began to settle down. Fortunately for him, the first meeting tomorrow wasn’t to be until 9am, he loved sleeping in. Feeling. "I wonder who's these were?" he asked while looking for a mailing address label. "Fuck. He must have bought them at a store somewhere." More importantly," I countered "I wonder if they know about this place." I said and went to the pantry to get us each a soda before we began sorting through the mags.Clark was thumbing through the first copy of Hustler he found when I tapped him on his shoulder."Check this out." I said while shaking a small, eight by five inch black and white sixty four page.