"I'm sorry I've been peeping on you, Naomi. You are just so beautiful, I can't help it." "You can't be serious; you think you can butter me up now?" I...laughed. "Get lost," I ordered him, waving my hand towards the door. "Here is a question: why are you such a bitch?" he inquired, getting off the bed. "Do you just see me as some hopeless guy that wants something that I can never have? I mean really, why are you like this?" "Just get the fuck out of my room." Then he came toward the door, and I. Jack told of the trip across the island, the convoys of lorries full of frightened and often wounded men. He told of hitching the gun to a jeep and running past the convoy, stopping ahead, unlimbering, and then the thud, thud, thud of the Bofors gun as they tried desperately to fight off the planes that bombed and strafed the convoys relentlessly, hitching the gun back up again to race along past the lumbering trucks and stop and fire again and again. At last they reached the beaches at the far. When they were done Marybeth was lead to a bathroom on the side. While she was in there she asked Denzel about her daughter, was she safe, did they leave her alone? Etc etc... Denzel instructed her to get a shower, clean up, get made up with the make-up in the bathroom and return to the room when she was done. He was going to check on her daughter. He would be back in 15 minutes to get her. She should stay there until he came and got her. She asked what she should wear. He handed her a red. When he arrived I thought Jennie wasgoing to cum right there on the spot. His name was Frankand he was better looking in person than in his photo.We drank some wine and discussed how our evening wouldbe spent.Jennie told him that she wanted to tie his hands behindhis back while he sat in a chair and watched her do astrip-tease, then she would satisfy him severaldifferent ways. I would be sitting in my recliner chairmasturbating as they fucked each other. Frank agreed andwe smoked a joint of.