During that night, and over the course of the next three days, she beat me 27 straight games.All amid a never-ending barrage of “trash-talk” about...“old fat men who should be sitting in rocking chairs,” and other equally disparaging remarks. And a couple of the games ... okay, more than a couple ... okay, most of the games ... it wasn’t even close!When I finally won that 28th game, all she could do was constantly complain about how I fouled her every time she had the ball, how I walked with the. She was alone in the king size bed. Her mind went back to the previous evening's events. The dinner, the business deal with Charles and the wonderful fuck she had with Drew. As she remembered how she had taken Drew's cock into her pussy her hand went to her clitoris and she began to stimulated herself. She was so glad that she had finally taken the step and had sex with a man. It was better than she could have imagined and she decided the experience had given her the confidence to actively seek. " He tossed down the last of his drink and signaled the bartender for two more. Lola was laughing."Tell me the story of that," she demanded, "of how you got your stripes." Everyone was drunk. I'm the only one who could still stand up," Hal explained. "The Captain told me to march the men back to camp and when we got there he made me a Sergeant."Lola gave him a curious look for a few moments then started laughing again. She pushed him on the shoulder. "Go on," she said in a slight slur. "Stop. I recognized only the word Allah, but not like you hear on television, you know, where the guy screams and blows himself up? This sounded more like cussing.Dave said something back in the same language and there was a gunshot from inside, then a scraping sound at the door. We both jumped back, him to one side, me to another and both of our guns pointed at the door. It opened a crack and a single eye showed through. When nothing happened, the door opened a bit more and a bruised, tear-streaked.