"You can look it up when we get back," I told Kelli as she craned her head. I used their parking lot to turn around and head back south. We stopped on...the way back through gold Beach just long enough to get ice cream cones at a Dairy Queen.We laughed and talked and ate ice cream as we sped back towards Brookings and our dinner date with the Jenkins.There were new people at the B&B when we got there. Viola and Louie Botchke, an older couple, in their late sixties. We had time to sit and visit. I look at the computer until the middle of the morning. I have another plan. I open my notebook and look for the phone number for Brother Bob. I got a nice lady who gave me another number. I called it. I recognized the voice, even though it was far away."Brother Bob, this is Carlita..." Mia Carlita, mi Corazon," he said. He sounded happy to hear me. "I see a phone number in America." I am in America. Did you talk to a man about me?" Yes, I did. Carlita, are you okay? Not in trouble?" I am very. " I was well into a crashing orgasm before he got to the pissing part, and that moved me along to a nice second, smaller one. I was so turned on that when he recovered I asked him to fuck me again and do to me what he had described. He readily agreed. We did it in the bathroom. He fucked me from behind as I leaned on the sink. As he fucked me he returned to his dirty talk. He called me his little cum slut, his piss drinking pervert. He described what he was going to do to me when he came.. I had met her before, but was looking at her in an entirelynew light. At 35, she still had traces of youthfulness, but it was clearthat hers had been a hard life. She was only five foot-two, and didn'tweigh more than 110 pounds. Most people gained weight on our prisondiet, as heavy as it was on starches. Her arms were covered with ornatefloral tattoos. Her brown hair was cut in a short bob. In my mind's eyeI saw her as she had been when she had arrived 17 years before, her hairdyed an electric.