Non-descript Americana at it's best. An icecream parlor, a 5 and 10 store, big yellow school buses running to thethree small schools, and a Mom and Po... sort of a grocery store. No SuperWal-Mart here yet. The air was crisp and clean with Autumn's breezecarrying the hint of Winter's breath on it. Leaves swirled down thecracked macadam street as it ran off in front of his Chevy. In a barrenlot, to the right, sat a large green tent with a yellow flag displayedat the top. Signs tacked to nearby. It was a line from sonnet 50, a sonnet she had written an essay on the previous term and somehow the mysterious contact knew it. Now stuck to her chair, afraid to move, she clicked on the attachment and waited for the picture to fill the screen.This time Amelia knew exactly what she was looking at, it was a picture that she had taken on her camera. It showed her in front of a mirror in her university bedroom, she was topless and her proud perky c cup breasts were on full display. The flash of. Darren rubbed his chin, looked over at me.“You ok?” I asked.“Fine.” He said keeping his eyes on me and sipping his drink.“Did you get a hotel room?” Drell whispered in my ear.“Yes, I called in a favor for the Mandarin Oriental, the presidential suite.” I winked.“Damn, doing it big, huh?” “Of course, it’s my birthday.” “What did you do big?” Darren asked.I looked over at him.“The hotel room I got.”“Where at?”“Mandarin Oriental.” I said.He nodded.“Nice.”I touched his arm.“You ok?”“I am fine. Leah. Although it was daylight, the d****s were drawn and the whole room was lit with a 40 watt bulb. Enough light to see Juan sitting on the side of a bed still in his white underwear, but it looked like that sausage in it was now hard and the head sticking out of the top waistband. Next to the bed, on a nightstand, Juan told Danny that was his money if he wants it when they are done. With that Juan told Danny, “come over and stand in front of me.” Danny walked over, his heart pounding in his chest.