My mom had made it clear I would have to wait until we left the hospital for me to ask the thousand and one questions I had. I was dying all over agai... from curiosity after my mom received a telephone call from my dad and she hurried the checkout procedure with her ability.Finally, after climbing into the limo and wearily sitting down in her seat, my mom said, “Okay, Timmy. You can start asking now.”I had so many questions, I didn’t know where to start. But then as the zombie-like Joey began. I turned around but of course he just pressed his nose from the backside. Obviously, he liked what he got before. And so I started thinking, if he liked it, and I like it, what could be wrong with it? My hormones were going crazy and my crotch was begging to get fucked, so I knew that whatever my logic was, it wasn't great. But my resolve to never be with Monty again was slipping fast. Still facing the wall, I lifted my dress up just barely, by an inch or two. He took the opening without. Assuming that Southern Sky was going to sign a major star and develop a Christmas movie, I needed to consider our sound stages. For the kinds of things George was producing, forty-thousand square feet was a workable solution. If we suddenly had to reproduce outdoor scenes in indoor areas, we needed to find, and retrofit something we already owned to more than double that. Soundstages four and five were part of the new acquisition, and we’d not used them yet. In fact, we’d not built them out to. "Heh, seems like you really like it," Nicole said. "Why don't you bring the bottle with you?"Whoa, George thought as bubbles of light-headedness trickled up through his brain. He was probably going to regret this come tomorrow morning. Against his better judgment he picked up the bottle anyway. Damn stuff was so moreish.Nicole led him through the back of her house. It seemed a lot larger than it had looked from the outside. And deeper. She led him down some steps and into a maze-like basement.