Lalit: Baby, what are you doing? Don’t you wanna suck my lollipop?Pinky: The sad part is you may not remember what is going to happen in front of yo....She tied a ball gag to his mouth as he slept. I was having my own revenge on Lalit as I shot it all. I made sure Pinky’s face never showed. As I put away my phone, Pinky came close to me.Pinky: I thought tonight might be the night I feel a man…I kissed her lush lips, hugging her tightly and not even letting her to finish. I tasted her tongue as I. Whether he was driving or riding, I had no idea what the vehicle was. Once I reached Sheridan, I’d be in a congested enough area to circle blocks, double back, determine if anyone was following me.I doubted it though. Wexler was a back-shooter, a stalker, not a confrontationist.Not that I’d bet my life on that particular assessment. I removed my .40 from its shoulder holster and placed it on the passenger seat beside me.Second concern? Transportation. I needed to lose my Hertz Jeep, yet keep. And I had loaded it too. She was facing the counter, and turned to greet me with our drinks in her hand. Her smile, lips, blue eyes, and youth were bringing my cock back to life, but first things first, i told myself. I led her back into the sun-room, by now my shuffle had reached motown, and we sat on the wall-bench. I greedily drank my three fingers, with ice, and half of hers, as she leaned forward and I lit the bong for her. Her method was traditional, yet experienced. She waved me off the. I knew Morgan would tell me whatever she thought I should know. I trusted her judgment.Ten minutes later, we walked to me and said, “Let’s go, Evan. We can talk after we’re out of here.” I nodded. Holding hands, we left the hospital and got in my car.We were quiet all the way back to the hotel and even into the room. Morgan said, “Let’s get in bed and then we’ll talk.” I nodded. I grabbed my sleeping boxers and headed for the bathroom. I changed and used the toilet. I came out and Morgan went.