”“That’s what’s up! When are you free?”“Now,” Stoop declared.“Me too,” Sunni gleamed.“Whatchu wearin’ again?”“Some booty sho...t and some silver heels.”“What the room number is? I can be there in bout fifteen minutes.”“I’m in 110.”“Bet. I’ma get off here now and be on my way.”“Yes, daddy!”Sunni hung up the phone and took another swig of the vodka and pineapple juice. He knew he had a little bit of time since he had already douched and showered. He turned his attention back to his netbook. Still, I could see that there was some bruising in her arms and legs, and probably in other places, too."What do you mean, Lil? As soon as I was called that you had been in an accident, I rushed here. I would have come to you sooner, but some stupid bureaucrat stopped all my attempts, at the lobby. I would probably still be sitting there if the wasn't that funny old man and his underground road that included a float trip." An accident ... yes, I remember it, now. I'm so sorry about that..." But. He was back to normal the next day, and rang Loyd to tell him about our discovery. The timing was bad though: a new omnibus edition of his novels was due out soon and he was, understandably, too occupied with that to be much interested in our hoard. I stood by the office door hoping that my presence would remind Jeremy to ask about the work he had mentioned at the Booksellers' Guild dinner, but Loyd must have remembered it himself without being prompted, for Jeremy said, 'Yes, he is, ' and. I didn't even try to hide, I wanted him to see. As if on cue he looked over at the bulge in my shorts and asked if I was hard. I told him I was and asked if he was. "Yes" he responded almost immediately. The next question he asked was the one I had hoped to hear all night, "Can I see it?". My hart was racing as I told him yes. I reached down and pulled off my shorts and laid back down exposing the clear bulge in my underwear. He took out a flashlight from his bag and shone it directly on.