Finally they disengaged, Michael, told him,"I love you, Schtopaugh." I love you as well my treasure. I have ever since we,...that firsttime."Michael s...t up and told him,"Yeah, I guess, I kind of felt the same way, even if I didn't realizeit. Come on, big boy, we need a shower, before dinner." O.K., but no Hanky Panky, Misha or we'll never get out of here." Would that be so bad?'"Hell yes, it would I'm fucking HUNGRY, Misha."As Michael stood on wobbly legs, Schtopaugh picked up a manila. The two of you? You're just sitting there."She stood next to them — short, cute and pissed off."If you two plan to sit there and waste this opportunity, fine. I've had it up to my eyeballs with both of you. I'm going to go thank Harry and Carol for rescuing me from Phil. Y'all sit here and be miserable for all I care!" She stomped her foot and stalked off."Damn, is she always that forceful?" Margo asked."No ... I blame y'all." Fuck you, you big furry bear!" Margo began tickling Eddie."I don't. When she did she squeezed me so hard it felt like a fist and I do not know how I kept from coming. I could see her whole butt tense as she gripped me, milking every last bit of pleasure from it. She dropped her body on the table and lay there, breathing hard and slowing as she calmed. Her hands and body relaxed and she sighed, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She turned her head to the side and I could see her smile, eyes closed and a peaceful look on her face. "I liked that," she. “You’ll look even more angelic with an all-over tan.” Not everyone can reference my white bits quite so inoffensively, but she’s just managed it. I give her a smile. “You’re probably right…I might just do that!” We go our separate ways and I scuttle back to my room without running into anybody else. Petra is there, as luck would have it. Wearing one of her trademark miniskirts. She looks up in surprise when I walk in, then smirks. How does she manage to be everything Miss Honeywell isn’t?.