"See ya, lads," I waved.From The Saltwater Tearoom to the Diggers's Retreat motel, I'd taken the tram to the bar so we rode in Cynthia's rusted old ut.... Windows down and stereo blearing some ancient mixtape, Cynthia, being more sober, rode shotgun. Every time we hit a red light, she pulled the hand break and leant over the gear stick in a mess of seat belts and clutter, to lay hasty kisses and gropes until someone beeped at us to go. She would speed away, burning the tyres a bit each time,. He pulled his phone from thesmall clutch that came with this outfit.It wasn't his phone.It was Yara's phone.Jas sighed.Most of this was in a script that Jas didn't recognize. An overlayappeared in Roman text. It was not helpful.Jas didn't know any of these people.He heard the whir of a Pizza Pizang delivery drone. Jas tried the doorfor the boathouse. It was unlocked. He stepped inside. He watched Athanappear and pay for a stack of pizzas.He heard Master Hoose's voice in the dark. "Shut the. I was sitting at lunch with some friends when I glanced up at the counter. There was a blonde, with some shapely hips and long legs. She was shifting her weight from side to side in a very provocative way. Her blonde pony tail tossed back and forth with her movements. My eyes were locked on that tight ass and narrow waist. It seemed like an eternity that I sat and stared, just waiting for her to turn around.Finally she picked up her food and slowly turned. My jaw almost hit the table when I. Then she pulled her bottoms on to find that she hadn’t shaved enough of her pubic hair to wear that suite but there were none any bigger in her drawer. We walked out of our bedroom to see if the girls had their mother’s suites in their room. They came out to meet us in the common room and their suits were the same small size that their mother was wearing. The woman placed all of our clothes in a bag, looked at the girl’s pubic hair sticking out, and suggested that I shave my women before going.