Heavy Metal Thunder kept running up the stairs unopposed now that the punk on the motorcycle was down. A couple of the punks, who had jumped over the ...ailing, pulled out guns now, and started shooting, but they missed, just barely, as he came to the top. Just as he cleared the steps he noticed that the mob was starting to climb them again. Even though the shooting stopped, Heavy Metal Thunder couldn’t help but think, ‘So much for this being a little different from the suits.’ Seeing his bag. She managed to break a pane of glass, reaching through to open the window. She stepped through, looking for all the world like an inexperienced cat-burglar.There was a red headed woman in the room. She was about 5'7" with a reasonably well shaped figure. Her green eyes turned in surprise on Diane. The woman was dressed in a hospital green gown, with no shoes, stockings, or other acouterment. She'd been brushing her hair.She was very pretty, thought Diane. Her full red lips were incredibly moist. When I left the bed to get coffee, he was naked on his knees, legs spread wide, balls pulled up and cock pointing toward the ceiling bobbing and leaking.During the course of the day I could tell he was very horny. As we passed he would touch me or kiss my neck or shoulder. By the time we went to bed, he was almost crazed. We made love quickly, and he came very hard and long telling me how much he loved me and how he thought of me all day.After he came I let him rest for five minutes and then. For a few precious moments, he enjoyed the peace and tranquility, reminiscing about the last days. Florence had put a claim on him over the last evenings and strangely, Mirabel had played along, wishing him a good night and giving him a friendly kiss on his cheek. Angela Benning had simply winked at him before she left him to his fate. It was as if both other women had agreed to let Florence give him some much needed comfort. He had feared that Florence’s bold actions would offend and hurt.