' And I meant it, things were great with Stella, but I missed my family desperately already. I didn't know how people were supposed to just move away ...or four years.'So, how's your man?' I asked, trying to distract her.'He's good, still relatively boring but I love him. I guess you just spoiled me though when you were here.''Well, I'll be spoiling you when you graduate and when I come back for holidays, ' I promised.'I can't wait. I guess it's not so long.''No, not so long, ' I said, trying to. I just went in and there she was ... oooh ... in camisole and knickers. Oh, oh ... she tried to cover herself ... uh ... and I asked if I could ... oof ... apply the cold cream ... uh ... to her sore bum. Oh god ... well she hesitated ... uh ... and stuttered ... ooh, ooh ... and finally ... uh ... I pushed her down on her tummy on the bed ... aah ... and I pulled her knickers ... ah, ah, ahhhhh ... oh that was soooo good."And she collapsed on my shoulder."Do go on," I requested."Bastard." You. He wobbled to his feet like a newborn colt on its first legs. Boch waved the gun toward a cramped hallway. “Go through there.” Moe hesitated, but Boch was behind him with the cold, hard nose of the gun pressed to the middle of his back. Moe stumbled forward. Boch jammed the gun a little harder to direct Moe into the hall. Moe shuffled on, Boch close at his heels, to a bedroom off the left side of the hallway. The room was just big enough to hold a lift-top walnut table, two Eastlake Victorian. She tried to scream through the gag, but that too was well executed, and she lay exhausted from her efforts.Steve Miller woke slowly, then started as he heard a round of giggles from the women he discovered were surrounding his bed. He sat up suddenly, then froze as he took in his surroundings. He was laying in a ridiculously large bed, in what looked like a typically anonymous hotel room. The only things missing were the generic art prints, and a large window with a lousy city view..