After our bath we curl.up in bed taking a nap be for the nights festivities ,we wake to noises coming from.outside we stroll to the window looking out...to see the town has come to life ,looking down the road we see a fire glowing in the distance we also here music he turns looks shell we dress and join the festivities.Sliding on my button up Lee's pulling on a soft green pull over sweater slipping into my riding boots fixing my make and hair turn and whistles baby your sexy ,shell we get this. .... Or no, maybe there's a nice one up on thesixth floor..." There ya go, Little Lady," said the one who looked like Willie Nelsonwith a big smile and a wink. His strong non-Hatterian accent surprisedme. I looked inquiringly at my sister."Gulfies," she whispered, meaning they were some of those refugees whohad moved here after that big oil spill in 2010.I told Mom, "And don't worry about Anee treating me like some Gollum shecreated. I can be pretty assertive for an ex-sea cow. If she ever. I could hear each paper rattle andsomeone said "YEEESSSS" - I figured him to be the lucky firstguy.I felt someone take my hands and push them up to the slatsin the headboard and then the cuffs were locked on my wrists.I then felt someone kiss my breast, making a circle aroundmy already erect nipple and then he was off the bed. I wonderedwhat he was doing until I heard a zipper then I realized hewas getting naked. Several other zippers followed so Iassumed everyone was getting naked. Then he was. She was still banged up from the Death run. A gentle bout of lovemaking ensued, then she curled up in a hole Einstein would be proud of, basically on top of me, and we fell asleep with alarms set. (Gravity wells and space time bending I meant, sheesh. Get your head out of the gutters, why don’t you?)The household, those that were up, enjoyed Kate’s early morning pancakes the next day. “Are you ready for your press conference?” Nat, not one to get up too early, asked sleepily while chewing on a.