"You're not funny," she said, still holding to her line of bull."I wasn't trying to be. But, I know that the Century motel has no conference rooms; so...I am pretty sure you all, all seven of you, wouldn't have been able to fit into one of those cheap little fuck-by-the-hour rooms they charge thirty-five dollars a night for," I said.Her arms dropped to her sides. "You know don't you." It was not a question."I figured it out. So where do we go from here?" I said. I was not prepared for her. “Not hardly.” Marcos grinned obviously pleased. “It helps to keep tabs on what people are doing.” Unfortunately, life intruded.“Lord Panthi? Lord Panthi it is you.” A small fat black man came over. He was a short pygmy only a few feet tall. With him, two other white skinny pygmies similar to Saucrem came over. All were richly dressed, barefoot, and wore odd knee length robes with baggy pants that also stopped at the knees. “Ah how wonderful this morning is.” The richly dressed fat. Recently however the memories had started to fade a little and I had to admit a certain lack of adventure had crept back into our lovemaking. Her young lover was not aware that she was carrying his child rather than mine but following my vasectomy years ago he was the only possible father. Indeed, apart from me, Simon was the only man Claire had ever slept with. The idea of a repeat performance between the two of them actually thrilled me more than I felt comfortable with but I tried to. Though, I think deep down, as much as we hated the job, it was a good paying one. One we both needed, surely. When we have half a dozen beers in, we get silly, dancing to the music. It's not really that kind of bar, but we make it as such. The bartender doesn't seem to mind. Though, how many men are going to complain about two girls dancing together? Even if we're dressed a little too nice. Katie is wearing a pin stripe suit, with her dark hair up, but still looking like sex hair. Her black.