Either coming at you or going away. Pamela was an exotic hybrid of a woman.The party where they met had been going strong, but Pamela insisted on a ch...nge of scene. It was winter in New York and the night had been cold and damp. By the time they'd gotten a cab and made it to Pamela's apartment, the tall girl was shivering against him. Hanson could remember every detail and he was too far into the reverie now to stop. He took himself back, back four years, the smells, the tastes... all the way. Bye-bye.’ He hung up the phone and looked at me, ‘Happy now?’ ‘Yeah, just don’t fuck with them anymore,’ I said walking out his door. Heading back to my desk I made plans to head back to the Carousel again that night, hoping I might run into the twins. Mike stayed out of my hair the rest of the day and I was able to get quite a bit of work done, so much that I was able to actually leave work a little early. I stopped by my apartment, took a quick shower, got dressed and headed out. I arrived at. “And I can not spend another night in the same room as that whore Daphne. One of you guys has to take my spot.” Valerie smirked and raised her hand. “I got it.” “Of course you do. Because you’re disgusting” Mallory sharpened her glare. “Com’on roomy.” She helped Carmen stagger to her feet. ---Carmen sat upright on Valerie’s bed and lightly bounced herself. She couldn’t help but smile as she shook her head. “Man, this bed squeaks.” She said between sniffles. “I’m sure Val gets mileage out of. Though he tried, and he did manage to give me an orgasm. He has a wicked tongue, so at least he did something right. I still don’t feel satisfied with my hungry need for a cock though. I walk into the office, and everyone is on high alert for the court hearing at ten. We all rush in doing our part so Mr. Reeds can finally win the case. When it settles down and he heads out, I sit down at my desk. I decide to check my e-mail. Of course most of it is spam, and nothing useful. One email catches.