Various small tables were placed haphazardly with no particular order to them. Old couches were placed here and there, along with the occasional loves...at. Various quotes and artistic images covered the walls. In a corner was a small slightly raised stage- more of a deck, really- with a single dim spotlight shining on a microphone stand with a stool next to it, in place for the weekly poetry open-mike nights. Track lighting left some areas better lit than others. Everybody was welcome at the. “Here he is, unconscious, injured and maybe dying and all I can think of is the last time he was inside me. I just know I’m going to Hell...”“I know how you feel. Do you have any idea how hard it was to send him here? It broke my heart into ten-thousand pieces to make arrangements to send Carl even ten miles away, much less a thousand but if we didn’t we’d all have ended up hating him and I couldn’t bear the thought of that.”She touched my hand and continued. “You girls know I was very private. That was certainly not an option, as these were ours to keep so we decided to keep them on until we met Tom. A quick stop in the toilet emptying our bowels, and then we headed for the kitchen. It felt really strange sitting at the table all dressed up. Dad and Paul were almost drooling not being able to take their eyes off us. They had all heard our cries of pleasure and knew something was going on between Susan and me. All of a sudden sex was a subject during breakfast, not something I would. We walked through the hotel lobby and over to a set of double doors with a sign on them that read 'Meeting Room A'.Leon opened the door and peeked in then turned to us and said, "They are ready for you, let's go inside." I turned quickly and gave Marsha a kiss then we followed Leon through the door.The room was large with a bed in the middle of the floor. There were a couple of bright lights toward the back of the room facing the bed. With the light shinning in my eyes I could just barely see.