The man died for hours. He died a little every hour of his life, but the final hours were obvious. He gurgled as he gasped for air. We heard his moans...for help, although we had closed the glass door to shield us from them. Not due to pure immorality, but because we couldn’t do anything. It is terrible to hear a man gasp for air. To hear him drown when he is not submerged. We watched the monitor as his heart deteriorated under the stress, we wagered money on his remaining time, we talked about. As I turned back you pounced, pushing me against the closed door and firmly kissed me. I reacted in kind, matching your passion with my own. Our hands were all over each other, clinging to the material of clothes or running through hair. Finally, breathless, we broke apart and you took my hand, leading me to the bed. You laid back and looked at me with those sexy smouldering eyes, beckoning me onto the bed. I took a moment to look at you, that image sketched into my mind never to be forgotten.. I adjusted my stockings, amazed they weren’t laddered, picked up my bag, and walked out of the room. I didn’t know his name, but next time I’d make sure I asked. Next time? Yes next time.I sat waiting, though I wasn’t sure for what. Elle had surprised me being dressed like that, but fuck she looked gorgeous. I wondered where she was hiding, after all she was no more a prostitute than I was, but very fucking funny. I shouldn’t have called her a frump. I drank my whiskey, I’d switched from beer,. ")She was standing by the bar in Max's den, leaning over a bottle of one ofthe IPAs that Max kept on hand for this time of year. She was wearing adark green mid-length dress with striped green leggings, and even thoughthe dress wasn't remotely provocative, it did an ample job of showingCara's ample posterior.Enter Kevin, who was hovering somewhere between moderately drunk andseverely hammered but always extremely horny. (Alcohol and the presenceof "sweet pussy" had that effect on him, as he.