His name was James and he was possessed of a body better suited on a Greek God. His hands were talented and I was able to achieve not just one but two...orgasms before the sixty minutes expired. I took the card James pressed into my hot little hand and I hastily convinced my distracted husband to head down to the spa immediately for needed relief.About ninety minutes later, he returned to our room with his new "best mate" James in tow telling me,"The three of us are going to have a special dinner. The bartender tells me not to worry. My part in the project won’t be the same as theirs. ***I wake with a sore neck and a raging headache, but I’m otherwise fine. I’m sitting at a table in an open room, sidled by two armed guards. The man across the table—Victor is his name—passes me a glass of water.?How do we feel this evening?? he asks. ?I’m sorry to meet under such circumstances. We feared you would not come willingly, so we had to make these special arrangements.?I nod my head, confused.. Sensing death, the monk left the town and hid himself in his home in the outskirts, watching from his rocky crag. Speaking to them, the nail made the villagers believe that it was God, or one of his sacred relics at least. It showed them great and terrible things, twisting their minds until they served it fanatically. In the course of one night, it brought the deaths of everyone in the village. By the time the sun rose, the soil was red with blood, bodies were strung up in grotesque forms and. The phone kept going off, again and again, these quiet little dings, and finally Kevin got curious, opening her purse and pulling out her phone."Holy shit, guys, she wasn't k**ding, she really does have a boyfriend," Kevin laughed, astonished."No way!" Ben smiled."Yeah, he's blowing up her phone. 'Where are you' 'Are you ok' 'You said you'd be home at a reasonable hour.' Jesus Christ, this poor guy!" Well fuck, why don't you just do him a favor and show him what a whore his girlfriend really.