No, sorry. I'm... ahh..." the man seemed caught out by the question and momentarily unsure of where he actually was going. As he desperately cast his ...yes around him to figure out where he was, a spark of recognition seemed to suddenly hit him. "Yes, that's right, I'm going to the reception desk". The man said, with some measure of authority returning to his voice. "Oh." Stephanie said, unsure exactly how that brought the man to be standing in front of her. "Well, the reception desk is back. My dreams ran rampant through the night, dreams of far away places, beaches, and a beautiful lady, hair flowing in the wind. I woke knowing who that was, it was still dark somehow, my body denying me sleep in exchange for a trip to the bathroom. I relieved myself and was coming back to bed when I found an awake Marie, looking at the clock I noted it was actually almost time for the alarm which would wake us to start our road trip south. I laid back down to rest until that time, when Marie. She let out a loud scream saying "Mother Fucker"as the piercing needle penetrated Sandy's right Tit.the Biker that just pierced Sandy gave Her a Drink,holding it for her,Sandy eagerly sipped all of it,not caring what else was in drink,welcoming the break in his working on her.after a few minutes,Sandy was shocked back to reality.Again the agony was overwhelming,as Sandy gave a rather loud gasp,again shouting "Mother Fucker"as he Pierced Her Left Tit.Sandy sat there for a few minutes as guys got. I realized that my mind was trying to trick my ears into hearing sounds. I walked toward the restaurant.Suddenly, I realized that I was actually hearing a new sound. This one wasn't my imagination. However, it worried me. I backed away from the road and was glad I wasn't wearing bright clothes. I don't know why I don't like this sound except for never having liked the sound of loud engines on streets. I had attended some NASCAR events over the years and enjoyed them but loud exhausts on the.