The humid Florida heat does not bother me. Finally, I see you arrive and my heart starts to pump harder, my formerly inactive organ inflatinghalfway a... just the sight of you. I listen carefully as the desk clerk says she will send someone to bring your bags to your room. I stop the bellhop and take your bags from him, carrying them so that my face is hidden. I walk down the halls to your room and tap on the door with my foot. You open it and I say in a Southern drawl so as to disguise my voice. Then, Tom scrubbed the man's dick, and being a tease, he jerked it a couple times with the soapy rag. Moans radiated from the man's throat and Tom decided bath time was over. He quickly rinsed the man off with the shower head and wrapped him in a towel. Then, Tom guided the man to his bedroom, and laid him down on Tom's bed. Before the man was even settled on the bed, Tom attacked his hairy dick with everything he had. He inhaled the man's fresh scent mingling with the scent of the streets. I saw old Mr. Thompson pulling in with the hearse as I drove by. I knew Deborah's corpse was in there and perhaps I might sneak a peek at her yet. It was getting close to 9PM as I parked by car out of sight and snuck to the back of the funeral home. I caught a glimpse of Mr. Thompson placing Deborah's sheet covered corpse in the mid-right drawer of the cooler as I looked through on the small basement windows behind the shrubbery. I waited a few minutes and he went up the steps like he was. "But I may keep those pictures all to myself. For those lonely nights, ya know?" I'm sure..." I said, now fully stopped. His friends were looking on in somewhat stunned amusement. I walked slowly toward the boy. Stupid grin glued to his face, he seemed frozen, not sure what to do. His friends were getting on him now, but I ignored their remarks."You know, you're cute in your own goofy way." I was now face to face with him. He looked me up and down but still seemed unsure what to do."I hope that.