‘Sides, they’re even dirtier than here.”They had walked past cheap hotels that offered rooms for five dollars a day. It seemed to her that they ...ould afford to spend five dollars on room. She asked, “What about the cheap hotels that we passed on the way here?”Harry laughed and said, “Half of the rooms don’t even have doors. It’s too dangerous for women to go into them. Believe it or not, this is a palace compared to a lot of places where people live.”It was a depressing thought. This place. I'm not as clueless about her as everybody thinks."Betty placed her hand on his shoulder. Boosting herself on her toes, she kissed him on the corner on the mouth. He took a step toward her. Their thighs touched, and they moved front and center, kissing full on. He cupped a hand over her breast — the one that still bore the glaze of his dried come. He teased her nipple, and it hardened. His penis hardened, too, poking her thigh at an awkard angle. She flipped it up and leaned into him, pressing. I'll take whatever. But I want you as my son, and not just a random hot eighteen year old. I'm craving incest. I want you to tell me "I love you, mom" as you ravage my cunt.And so this is why I call you here to my bedroom. To talk. My flimsy, almost transparent nightie is barely covering anything and is bound to fall off my tits. You are in your silly Batman pajamas. Wondering why you are here. Trying not to stare at me. Such a gentleman. "Sit with me, baby," I say and you sit next to me,. We exchanged a quick kiss and happy pleasantries then headed to the baggage claim to get her bag.“What the hell were you thinking about that had you so preoccupied?” she asked.“This book,” I said, holding it up. “It’s written by a Roman Catholic monk about his spiritual journey. The quote I just read rocked me to my core.”“Should we talk about it?” she asked.“That and a whole lot of other stuff,” I replied.We went to the baggage claim waited about fifteen minutes, mostly in silence, for.