He had never been to Tennessee before so, on his visit, I was trying to cover all the sites. Nashville was a hit, The Grand Ole Opry not so much. Not ... country music fan, he tolerated it for me. “ Dixie !” he called again. Derek traveled down the hall into the bedroom, two cups of coffee in hand. He heard the shower shut off as he sat back on the bed. He had a huge smile on his face as I exited the bathroom, hair in a towel and my robe on. “What?” I asked as I settled between his open,. I finally located the motel room where he said he would be and knocked on the door. 10 seconds went by then 30 then a full minute and no one answered. "Where the fuck is he?" I muttered to myself and blew into my hands before I knocked again. I looked at the sign of the motel and cursed myself silently. I told him the wrong place. I meant to say Super 8 instead of Glenwood Inns and now would have to walk about 15 minutes down the street. I thought to myself, "You know, you could always go. "For the sake of the people who work here I'm succumbing to my wife'sblackmail, I want you to know that." Just sign with less of the melodrama Joan." She snarled his femininename, assuming that he would notice it and be more wary of what hesaid. She didn't realise that her secretary had also picked up on itand that she wasn't as loyal to Silvia as she had assumed. While theprivate office was fairly well insulated for sound, her desk was rightnext to the wall and she had often heard her boss. Fearful of palace intrigue, she purged the bedchamber slave-girls by having them fed to the revered crocodiles lazing just below her windows on these hot summer nights. She watched in excited rapture as each of the lovelies was torn asunder by the powerful Godlike creatures. It was so inspiring to her that she summoned 2 inner sanctum guards to fill her rectum with their sweet cream. They followed each other in lusty turns on her naked rump as she peered out the window at the spectacle below.