...........The silence......I don't even know how to describe it. It was... ineffable. That'sthe only word I can think of: a word for something that...s beyond words.The way I understand it, though, it's supposed to be something good:God; Love; Infinity....This was.........Actually, now that I think about it, there is a perfectly good wordfor it.Oblivion.Nothing. A nothing; a thing that is not a thing. Something forgotten,and the memory of it being forgotten being forgotten. . "We were aiming for JJ. We didn't notice you." "Oh, so you apologize to her but not me?" I asked in a fake offended voice. By now we had reached our rooms. "Yeah. That's ’cause we like her more." With that parting shot, the boys disappeared into our room, and Kylie went into hers and Kelly's. I stayed outside with Kelly in the hall and hugged her. While she was pressed against my chest I said, "Since it's our last night here I'm looking for an opportunity to make it really special." We had not. " I need to eat something else right now," she purred, rubbing me through my jeans and making me grow.Needless to say, we raced each other home and ate in that night, but I must confess that Carla had more fun than I did. A part of me was feeling stung by Carla's wanton exposure at the show. Doing the required nudity for the program was one thing, but flaunting herself so blatantly in front of fellow actors and director and such -- without my presence -- was a deeper level of exhibitionism than. She looked at her husband who was trying to keep a straight face, but she could tell he was holding a good hand. Dick was staring at her smirking. Probably looking for a tell, she thought. Dick pushed all his money in and her husband followed suit. "I ... um ... don't have that much," she said, panicking."Then you're out," said Fred."Not so fast, white boy," said Dick Long. "Your wife has something else she can put up."Fred felt the color drain from his face. The table had gone silent again. He.