"It sort of made sense. Some kind of security card. I remember them having similar things at missile silos from before my accident. It was weird seein... them in a hotel, but then again, I had been "away" for a bit... The bellman escorted us to the elevator, and took my card from me, putting it into a slot near the top of the controls. He pressed a button marked "P" and the elevator doors silently closed and we began our ascent.As the elevator went up, the bellman removed the card and handed it. Fat-man continued to fuck her lifeless body, he was in his element, banging away not caring she had cum, her holes were his for the taking, so he fucked her as she lay there letting him.Suddenly he said to me, 'Give me the butter', pointing to the dish she had used when making her sandwich, and I brought it across and laid it along side her.He was staring right at me and instead of reaching out for the butter, he reached up and grabbed my breast.As he fondled I looked down on her and noted her. She gave me a big hug and kissed me hard directly on the lips. I was shocked, but so happy to see her, I dismissed the kiss. But the stiffy I was experiencing did not go unnoticed.The drive to Marion Ohio was leisurely, and Aunt Bertie and I sat in the back of her sedan as her driver James drove up route 23.Arriving in Marion, Aunt Bertie point out the tomb of President Warren G. Harding and told me he was probably the most corrupt and immoral President of all time.Aunt Bertie’s house was a. .yet," she added. I felt bad about that. I hadn't realized."Well, then I can at least get to wherever you're going to stay," I offered. "You have reservations, right?" She nodded and told me where."Then let me lock my office and I'll drive you over there. Would that be all right?" She nodded again, showing me some more of that brilliant smile. It made me feel warm even in the cold air conditioning favored in south Texas office buildings.It turned out that Ms. Webster...Karen...hadn't even taken.