And no-one ever found out why.But that was all going to change...The doorbell rang, breaking me out of my reverie: with a curse, I pushed the magazine...to the floor, kicking it under the lounge and hastily pulling up my boxers and jeans to hide my raging hard-on. The doorbell rang again."Just a sec!" I called out, doing my best to disguise the tent in my pants (without success), and straightening out my shirt as I made my way to the door. Throwing it open, I was confronted by one of my best. ..soooooo sorry and the reason I am asking...well...there is a reason" she went on to tell him. "There is and if you" and she closed her eyes as she felt the tingling begin to build and course through her as he stared at her face. She had no idea, at all. "Really... Let me explain it all...will you...please"All he did was nod and smile, and nod and smile. Yes, please explain that question is what she read, and without another word she took him to her apartment. She did not ask. She did not say. "Oh God, not now" Saphira tried to get out of bed to move to the bathroom, but, tangled in her sheets, she tripped, falling on her ass, all the while coughing and gagging, thick dribbles of spit falling from her mouth onto her chest and breasts. Once she hit the ground, her stomach had had it, and she gagged again, this time vomiting straight down her front. The hot mass hit her tits and stomach, slowly sliding down her chest, still slick with her spit, rivulets running down her thighs to. “ What’s in those drinks I asked Shilla? They are so strong.” “ Oh they don’t use measures here and it’s their own local brew.” After I had drunk half of my drink I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy but in a most pleasant way. The music began and six waiters arrived on the dance floor. They formed a circle ,then putting their arms around each other’s shoulders, slowly began to dance to the music. Round and round they went bobbing up and down and getting.