I’m not even dressed for gallivanting in this part of town. All sorts of unsavoury characters emerge at night. All sorts; and I’m not including Be...tie Basset in that either.To say I’m a little scared or apprehensive is an understatement. But, given the nature of my predicament, there was little I could do.ooOooI work for a reputable company, one that would not have seen the funny side, or indeed the naughty side of what I had done. It was a one-off, she said, smiling to herself. Imagine the. “I reckon I can safely be in here for 20 minutes” she said, walking straight to my bed side. Sitting up, I scooted over to make room for her on the bed, and the minute her ginormous ass cheeks touched the blanket, her arms snaked around me, pulling me into a kiss against her luscious soft lips. I held her too, my long arms (not like abnormally long, I'm 6’4” so they are proportionate to me) meant that she seemed to fit comfortably within my embrace. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “What can I. By accident or design, they’re honing in on us.”“Fuck,” Gene muttered. It seemed they were back to the normal plan of getting the fuck away from wherever they were.“I really don’t care, Finch!” Lauren screamed at him.The door to their room was closed but Finch worried that their argument was easily heard outside. “Keep it quiet, remember?” he hissed.“Argh!” Lauren fumed, crossing her arms and turning away from him.The day spent in the bunker had quickly grown frustrating and depressing. Despite. In the gift shop he found a T shirt that announced the wearer had been to this year's Super Bowl, and a pair of sweat pants. He guessed at the size and got her a pair of shower shoes.When they arrived at Bob's suite, everything did, indeed, seem to be in a state of boredom. The girls were all together in their room, attacking the breakfast which room service had delivered. Bob was sitting on his bed, dressed in a hotel robe and watching one of the morning shows on TV. He looked normal, other.