I couldn’t identify the look on her face, although it certainly seemed reflective. She glided to the bedside, bent, and softly kissed me on the lips... She murmured something, indistinctly heard, perhaps, “Honey, I’m so sorry for all this”, before she turned and left.Once I had recovered from my time In The Great Outdoors, I went back to work. Surprisingly, there was a poverty of folks performing stupid human tricks, accompanying a deficit of coughs, colds, and miscellaneous sick folks to cure.. I pull her panties down and I stare at her smooth, wet pussy. It's so tasty. I look into her eyes, smile, and slowly lick my lips. "Just fucking do it already!" she says, and her voice is shaking with lust and desire. But I want to tease her a bit more. I smile even wider. "Say the magic word," I whisper. But she isn't in the mood for teasing. She just grabs me by the hair, and pulls my face towards her crotch. "I said do it, you fucking slut!" Well, that's not a "magic word". But I guess. In my mind I talk to Rick, my trucker fucker supreme – but sometimes, like last week, I take on my bi-mode and enjoy the opportunity that sometimes, as a motel owner, comes to me. When poor Patsy was stranded and had nowhere to go, she’s lost her purse having stayed here in a room for three days, I thought at first it was an excuse not to pay, but her tears said she was genuine. What could a guy do other than to offer her another room for the night – my room to be exact. Patsy looked at me,. They receive almost sixty now, so they aren't in a hurry to let them in. They think that a judge will force us to license the software to them, or allow them to create their own. But our patents and copyrights will provide us with royalties, so we'll go along with whatever the court's order." How is the new software working?" Great. It was so funny when on the third day after we installed the program, the trading computer looked like it was malfunctioning, as it turned out trade after trade..