This little coffee shop should be open another minute or two if I hustled. I clicked my heels against the pavement, making the best time I could. I sw...ng the heavy door open, letting myself into this beautiful little coffee shop. The redwood counter had no staff behind it, and all the little tables were empty. The chairs had been flipped and were placed on the wiped counter. The wet floor sign had been extended over the mopped floor and the lights in the food cabinet had been switched off. A. I had no time to actually count it but there had to be thousands. ($7,635... I found out later).I made the two guys in here as well as the other four including the one outside believe that everything was fine in the money room and that there was no reason to be in here. They all became much more interested in keeping track of what was going on in the area where they conducted business.Once they were gone I started gathering up the money. I found an old bag that once carried newspapers lying in. What's your plan?" "When we hold the contest, it'll be centered around sex. There's no secret about that. How much you can cum, how long, how fast. How you can serve partners in various scenarios that we'll come up with. As well as being on the receiving end, and seeing how well, and how long you can hold out in different contests. "I've noticed that ever since you were exposed to several of my pills over a short period of time, that you've got a bottomless pit between your legs, Jordan.. Grace did not even bother to open hers.“What is your mama’s special tonight?”Riccardo smiled again. “Capricciosa. That is mozzarella cheese, Italian baked ham, mushroom, artichoke and tomato.”“Sounds good to me. What do you think, Terry?”“Same here, please.”Riccardo inclined his head. “Vino tinto, signorita?”Grace nodded vigorously.“And you, signor Terry?”“A glass of lager?”“Sure.”He collected the menus and left them.“He seems a nice guy,” said Terry, “or is it just you?”Grace smiled shyly..