I am the night manager of this hotel. We got a report of a woman screaming in pain and some animal cries coming from this room. I investigated and you...assaulted me." He stared at Jesse's erection. "Would you please not point that thing at me?"The erection wilted as Jesse all at once realized what must have occurred. "Well hell," he exclaimed.The night manager asked him in a pleading voice, "Would you please have quieter orgasms? You disturb the other guests." He left and closed the door behind. I hung the phone and said to her, “So Lalitha. You really are a Whore!”She replied, “No!” and added, “I am a part-time prostitute”. I smiled. Good enough! Rubbing her knee and up her thigh, I said, “When the other girl said the quiet ones are usually the wild ones, I did not believe. Now I do” . She did not move my hand. You mean Vanitha?” She scowled and added, “She told me to go with this party because he liked my name”“I don’t know who this Vanitha is” I said, “But the girl I fucked last. I was totally helpless, the tree was in total control. It got so the tree wold get me close to climax and tease me by stopping. Then came a sound, It was not from the direction you were in but further down the path then I was. It could be anything. I did not alert you, the cat just lie there, eyes closed, with its mind saying let what ever it was have you. It came right up to me and stopped, when I look up it was a boy, about twenty two., he was studding the situation I was in. He rayed his bow. This was done to contain the explosion until massive pressure was built up. The higher the pressure the more damage was done.The Oklahoma City bombing was a clear example of poor bomb making. After the explosion hundreds of pounds of the explosive mix littered the site. He had used thin fifty five gallon drums that ruptured at a very low pressure before even twenty five percent of the mix had ignited. His lack of knowledge and stupidity saved hundreds if not a thousand lives.The pipe would be.