We had two choices wait till morning when another bus would come and meet us at the other side of the river or head back to Bangkok on this one. Being...keen to get south we both decided to wait it out. we got off the bus and found ourselves in a bus terminus of a small town with more then 9 hours to go before we had any chance o getting out of there. I noticed some o the other passengers heading for a small hotel across the road and asked Min If he was going to do the same thing. He shot me that. “1920. A robbery goes bad and the robbers take a couple hostage. Later, the robbers are found dead, the hostage were fine, and all the hostages can say is something happened in the dark. Something loud, and crunchy.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he read over the paragraph again. “Cops were pretty perplexed, and it was the 1920s. A lot of them got superstitious about it. Called Dolareido the Blood City.”“Are you fucking serious? You tracked my...” Garry snarled and looked away. That was as good. I told her to come out but she refused so I grabbed a small handful of hair just in the back of her neck, she squealed in pain and followed me. I put her back on my bed and she started blubbering. “Please don’t tell anyone. I didn’t mean it. Please don’t tell.” Over and over again. She was holding her palms out defensively and looked a bit like the monster girl from The Ring. I fought my way through her hands and hugged her, trying to calm her down. I held her, stroking her back, and told her. "It's Alabama white, isn't it?”He blanched fully at that one, holding up his hands as if to abandon the topic.But before he could speak I snuck one more in. Laughing out loud, I added, "that's not horseradish, it's George-relish!" Okay,, okay. You’ve made your point. No jizzburgers. And I don't know if I can go to his cookouts ever again.“ The patties were done, so I scooped them off the pan and dropped them on their buns - without cum! - to cool. “How about a jizz dog, then? ” he asked,.