We go into another dark, depressing room and there is a strong body odor smell. His sister says he won’t allow anyone to bathe him either. I went ...o Professor James and gave him my hand to shake and he looked at me as if he could kill me if he could. His sister said are you sure you want to stay, I said I was not going anywhere. Before she left she gave me a doctor prescribed menu and told me all of his medications. I prepared his plate and took it to his room. He looked at me again, with. I look straight in front of me, all I see are people milling around smoking, drinking, talking, arguing, dancing…….until an opening forms in the crowd making it possible to see all the way across the room. Time seemingly slows down and my eyes focus on a female at the end of the opening. She sits behind a table just like me. I think she is one of us. Her body has strange markings all over it, not sure if they’re tattoos, paint, or just natural markings. Her hair looks like metal tipped feathers. He found himself sometimes mentally telling himself that this was his very own younger sister that he was in bed with and as he'd lock his lips over the perky hardened peaks of her nipples or when he had his face buried in her horny wet pussy, it just made him that much hotter to realize how forbidden and sexy it was for him to be eating out and fucking his own sister. Pete loved Samantha's hot ass. He often found himself carressing the shapely cheeks of her butt and he often managed to give. "Charlie, you dumb shit," said the driver amiably. "Can't you count? That's $1,200, so just take twelve of the fifties - that's your share." The dunce counted out $600 for himself, passing up the rest to Carl, who although not exactly an Einstein, was considerably more intelligent than his buddy. The two of them had been friends since grade 9, which was their last year in school. They'd worked various odd jobs - as bouncers, security guards, doing oil changes at Mr. Lube - all low-paying.