What are you doing today? X''Relaxing, waiting for an admirer x''Lovely, is it too rude to ask what you're wearing? X'You stand up and using the camer... on the phone take a snap showing afluffy mule, a stockinged leg and little bit of lacy nighty, sending itwith the words 'just for you xx'A second passes then'wow x''Get on with my itinerary, speak soon sweetie'With that you turn the phone over and head into the bedroom, breathless.After a little relax and spruce up you decide to set up the. My manly beast the great pervert who was inside me was forcing me to do something but I was just thinking how to start and where to start and if she caught me what to say her. time was going so fast I can’t understanding and was not able to sleep also. I don’t know when I fall asleep thinking of sex with her.Suddenly pervert inside me woke me up by saying fool are u going to waste this night the golden time of your life. Without moving any inch I saw the time it was 1.50am. And when I come to. It felt impossibly romantic and old-fashioned. She’d accepted even as his hands held hers, his fingers nudging her engagement ring.She looked up the bar they were going to on her work computer. Oh god, a hotel bar. All hope drained from her when she realised it was a hotel bar. Looking at the pictures it came back to her, though. A bar that sang of clandestine business deals and illicit affairs. This was not a hotel bar, this was the hotel bar; dark corners, a pianist, a long cocktail list. She. .. yer burning daylight,” Davy said.I groaned. The front seat of the Dodge is fine sitting ... it sucks as a bed ... even fleshed out with a folded buffalo robe ... soft but lumpy.I staggered awake ... not an easy thing to do laying down.“Morning, Davy,” I said, not exactly sure what time it was.“Evening, Karen. It’s evening. Give this kid a hundred bucks.” Davy nodded at a teenager standing outside the 1948 Ford pickup. “You’re following us up the mountain ... so let’s get cracking.”“I need a.