And honestly, a couple of my buds had gone through it and they forced me to talk about my feelings.”“Makes sense. I need something to focus on. Wa...t to come to my room?”“Absolutely,” grinned the Black man.Florin took care of the tab. They walked the short distance to the hotel. In the elevator, the sexual tension was rife. In the room, Jason helped himself to a honey bourbon and ginger ale from the mini bar while Florin changed. He took off his clothes and sat there wearing a white ribbed. The sheet was twisted around him. He had been tossing and turning all night. No matter, he knew the answer."The pattern has been broken," he said just to hear the words.The sound of his voice reassured him in the silence of the room. The clock read 6:03 and the sun was already up. After his morning piss, he worked his way through the seven movements of his martial arts training. Although it was still cool, the humidity was high. By the time he was done, sweat was streaming down his face and his. Our eyes met and fixed at each other. At that point, I could clearly see what she wanted from me through her eyes.I moved closer to her, tilted my head and put my hand around her neck. I kissed on her lips. She kissed me back. It was a lovely kiss. I tasted her soft thin lips. It felt like tasting flower petal on your lips. It was very soft.The feelings grew inside me and they became very intense. It started like a gentle kiss but turned into a whirlpool of eddy currents. I kissed her. Most likely, she thought sadly, he had just grown bored with her. Either way, Lisa had definitely had enough of this torture. Mr. Simmons watched Lisa struggle to speak.?She’s trying to say something,? he called out. ?Microphone, please.?One of his men lifted a pole with a microphone at the end and held it in front of the dying girl’s cracked lips. ?Yes,? Lisa managed, her voice dry as the sand that stretched for miles around her. Each word cost her so much precious breath. ?But Mr..