See you soon!”At two, Alex rode his bike to Justin house. He felt nervous, which he found strange for someone who had played spy for the British gov...rnment and came face to face with death on several occasions. There was something different about Justin, and he had made Justin feel something he hadn’t felt since he first met Sabina…When Alex arrived, Justin opened the door with a huge smile. He wore loose basketball shorts and a tight-fitting V-neck shirt. Justin led them up to his room, and it. He said had to test the water so to speak to see how drunk she was, he told her his eggs was aching, that's how bigs his balls was, they looked like eggs in his ball bag, he was walking funny, she told me to go out the room while she checked mal, I watched through the gap in the door as he pulled his pants down and she checked his balls moving his big cock out of the way, then she pulled his pants up saying you will be ok in a few days....He said if her legs were bare she had taken off her. His eyes flitted from one table to the next, checking out the customers, and the friendly house girls, whose job it was to encourage them to drink bottles of the over-priced, Spanish champagne. There was no sign of Alicia, or the ugly character who’d tried to cave his head in, back at her place. ‘I wonder if I’m just wasting my time?’ he asked himself, for the umpteenth time, feeling his frustration starting to build, once again. ‘Ladies and gentlemen!’ boomed a voice, from the speakers.. "It's going to be chilly on Sunday. We may have to curtail our golf until spring," Mr. Avella said."Yes Sir," I agreed with him."What the hell were you thinking, Sammy?" It was more of an accusation that a question."I lost my head, Sir," I said, winking at Becky."No telling what the weather will do from now on. I'll drop your clubs off on Saturday morning," he said before ending the call. I offered to pick up my clubs on Friday night but he insisted on delivering them to my house."It may be.