I pressed my thighs together, trying to rub my clit and clasp Rocky’s hand. Pressure starting building in my stomach, a sure sign of an impending or...asm. The music changed to “Slow Hand” by the Pointer Sisters. Evidently more of the group could not sustain their own weight anymore either and we slowly toppled over. Everyone fell on top of another in what seemed like a planned slow-motion movement. Keeping one arm behind me, Rocky put a paw on my breast and pulled me on top of him. To the words. "Are you into seafood, like oyster or clams?" The voice went on."Yes, I'm partial to fresh fare from the sea." The priest replied, curious to what the man was getting at."Mmmmm. Me too." The man said, smacking his lips again. "I love to crack open a nice juicy clam, or suck the pearl from a nice, fresh oyster. Do you know why they're considered an aphrodisiac?"The priest thought carefully for a moment and answered quietly. "I'm not sure i do."The man chuckled and made the odd slurping noise. "Sad, but not singular. I've read and heard too many such histories." Yes. The Europeans seemed determined to place their mark on the world." Not just them. The Japanese with the Ainu and the Okinawans, the Chinese in southeast Asia, in Tibet and in Mongolia. Humans conquer both empty spaces and other cultures, because for each group the 'other' isn't really human." Henry sighed."Let's see what there is."I slit the tape and right under the flaps was a newspaper for February 8, 1958 with. “Sure, if you will order room service. I am hungry.”When a young man knocked on the door and called “Room service.” Sarah opened the door, still naked, and pulled the young man and his trolley into the room.“Would you like to fuck me in front of my husband?”“I would love to fuck you but I will lose my job if I am not back downstairs pronto.”“When do you finish work?”“At midnight. Can I come back then?”“Please do.”While we ate our food, Sarah started to quiz me about Angie and me since she left.