They looked down on the slightly flushed face of Palmyra Weston. Paul checked her pulse while Stillwell peeled back one of her eyelids and studied the...pupil."That's good stuff, all right," said Stillwell. "I like it a lot better than the earlier versions. I hate to fuss around with Bemegride I.V.'s to balance the toxicity some of them seemed to get from the older forms." Yeah," replied Paul. "Especially since you might have to turn around and feed 'em pentothal to counteract the Bemegride.". Kelly snatched up the bill and stuffed it under the g-string on the opposite side from Jenny's.She leaned back with a serious face then burst out laughing. "I can't believe I fucking did that." Kelly plopped into her seat. She lifted her beer and drained it. She leaned across me to Jenny and pulled her into a tongue-twisting kiss. Fuck, she was starting to really turn me on. The stripper saw the kiss and smiled broadly. She danced away to the next dollar bill.On the next lap the stripper was. .. and the lusts of so many wenches.By the time that the dawn came, none of us could walk very well, not even those of us undead. We had fucked our way through the night, dined and drank, sucked, licked, ate, and otherwise reveled in our nocturnal festivities. I had lain with every woman and man among them, even the King himself. My favorite part was when I was inside Myrcella’s arse, Jamie was inside her luscious twat, and Jeffary was inside her mouth, while Trystane was balls deep inside. So, I said ‘sure, have a peek’. First I lifted my shirt a little so he could see my hairy stomach. ‘Fuck man, that’s serious, I thought you meant like fucking peach fuzz or some shit! That’s fucking MAN hair! Come on dude! Show me your fucking thighs!’, I hesitated for a moment, then before I could even think it through said ‘come inside, I can give you a better look, you know, without the neighbors around’. He sniffed, spat, and said ‘fuck man sure thing’.Inside the kitchen, again he said.