Everything was a blur for about twenty seconds. Trees were like bullets racing past, and a two-hour drive was done. I couldn't handle that, even if I ...asn't "mega-hungover". I puked for the third time today. I'm surprised I have eaten enough food to supply this amount of vomit."Which floor?" She acted like bulleting across a county was a regular occurrence. "Top. West end." Who had the energy to last creating cohesive sentences?"Lucky bastard," She said as I passed out again. "Are you going to. When she got home, she began gathering up John's clothes and other possessions. She stacked everything on the bed in the guest room, and then went on a house cleaning frenzy until, suddenly, it was past time for her to start getting ready.She took a quick shower and then had time only to get dressed and put on minimal makeup. The bra gave her problems because while the tag said it was a C cup, it fit like a BB. As a result her breasts rode high in the cups and her nipples threatened to creep up. Constancia followed close behind. She looked at Nena triumphantly as she slid out the door."I am going to show you how your father deals with cheap whores," he said menacingly, as he undid his thick leather belt. Nena looked at him in horror and began babbling. "Papa ... please ... Papa ... it's not ... it's not what you think ... Constancia ... Constancia has been blackmailing me." What!" her father yelled, "Do you realize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this. I could tell she wasn't nude, vitally important information when sleeping in a nudist household. Her clothes were dark, I couldn't make anything out but a shape. The only thing I could see somewhat clearly were red lips, and they were smiling. “Sorry... I had to say something sooner or later, and I ... I didn't want to interrupt. Honestly I kinda just woke up myself,” the small voice said. “Who are you?” I asked. “Probably more appropriate for me to be asking, who are you, since this is my.