“We're nearly there,” Becca announced.After a minute passed, Becca made a right turn and drove into what looked like a parking lot. I could only s...e a few feet ahead of us so I had no idea where my girlfriend had driven us.Eventually, Becca found a parking spot and parked the vehicle. I had to squint for a couple seconds to see where we were, but I eventually realized where Becca had driven us.We were at Rasington University.“Rasington?” I asked. “Why... why are we here, Becca?”“With the. Just as I was getting seated, Charlotte came into the room with a glass of orange juice and two croissants on a tray. "Oh, hello Mr. Lee. I wasn't expecting you. Would you like anything?"That moment felt very weird for me. Just a few hours before I'd nutted up Charlotte's asshole while she howled in ecstasy and for a second I felt like answering her request with a very naughty response. But I tamped down on that impulse and looked to Taylor to make sure I could go ahead and answer. I wasn't. When she was dressed and ready she looked so beautiful he almost changedhis mind and wanted to have sex with her there and then and to hell with theauction. "No Mark, you know Harry's rule; we can't have sex during the day before!" Markknew the rule but felt hurt that his wife was so keen to abide by it. Mark drove to the motel, a journey of about an hour. The tension in thecar was almost measurable. They hardly spoke. When they arrived, a sign read, "novacancies". A dozen or so cars were. “The smarmy guy is a local lawyer, personal injury type and really scummy. The little weasel works for him as an ‘investigator’. The lawyer had papers.” He said, handing over the document with the blue cover.I opened it up and it was a blank boilerplate of some kind ... ah, it was a lawsuit for an unspecified amount for an unspecified client because of an unspecified event. In other words, it was garbage and was, I assumed, going to be used to try and bamboozle me, fool me into thinking.