I simply wiped myself off with a paper towel, quickly dressed, then attacked the couch cushion with a towel and a bottle of soda water, hoping beyond ...ope that I could make it good as new again. We wouldn't know until it dried. Satisfied I had done as good a job as I could hope to, I threw the towel into the laundry room and made my way upstairs. On the way up, it occurred to me that Colette intended for me to come to her bed that night. After my experience with Jen, though, I was pretty much. I was trying to cry for help, but only a whimper would come out. The more I struggled the tighter his grip got. He had his cock lined up with my butthole and was starting to push in. Suddenly I woke up, I was lying on my side, and John was cuddled up behind me, his arm draped around my waist. Something was pressed against my butthole. I realized that it was John's erection; he was still asleep but was as hard as he had ever been. I reached behind me and lightly tickled John's side, not enough. I decided to look more closely into the art auctions. More money was involved than land tours and seminars and lectures. Damien Hirsch’s graft could be on a bigger scale when the hammer went down on a quarter-million dollar oil painting.But what had first caught my eye was that the three different condo owners who had sold their homes earlier than projected had also purchased something at auction. Three different couples at two different auctions.And all three had purchased artwork. One couple. It was NOT your fault. It was mine. She is not 'a backup.' She's my willing accomplice, and she's just a girl. She is NOT an operative," I said morosely.Better not let her hear you say that, L.T.I was finished with the rifle, checked my sidearm and hideout gun, though it wasn't hiding much on the outside of the wetsuit. As I tied my boots, I tried to clear my thoughts. I couldn't formulate any plan but get her back.That's not a plan. I knew it would get us both killed. But you can't make a plan.