“I’ll only ask you once to not talk like that in my home to me or my family,” I say to him. I’m now really pissed off. Here he hasn’t had ti...e to see me or talk to me in quite a long time, but now he comes into my home and acts as if he can just do or say whatever he wants.“Your family? I’m your family. Mom is your family,” he says in an angry tone.“No, you’re completely wrong Michael. You are my family, but your Mother chose to divorce me, yet she didn’t mind living off the child support that. ‘George? Are you alright?’ After a few seconds, his door opened. He was wearing a robe, which he had apparently just thrown on that moment. He looked at me, almost dressed in my skimpy sleeping clothes, and reached out, taking my hand. Gracefully, he pulled me into his room, closing the door. With one smooth motion, I foundmyself in a deep kiss, his mouth pulling me in deeper with every passing second. His arms encircled me and drew me close. Rather than push him away, my arms reached up. Nobody said anything, but wrote our scores on the paper in front of them. And the game progressed; next it was Joe and Marti, she was Larry's wife. We all watched as they took their turn. Marti was the big breasted girl of the group, everyone wanted to get their hands on her bounteous tits, and Joe didn't miss his opportunity when she twisted in his lap. For a minute they were lodged there, lips locked while Joe massaged her big tit. When time was up and Marti faced us I could get an idea of. You check in as a guy and leave looking like a whore, then come back with other guys. I get it. Cheap motel, no one really cares…I get it. Like I said, I need to talk to you.” Still in my guy voice I tried to bargain with him. “Well, can you give me a few minutes, I’m not really presentable, I’m not clothed.” “No, I think you are probably very presentable and I want you to open up right now. Also, I want to hear that gurly voice I have heard through the walls a few times.” Huh? Very.