The ‘Leon’s’ was the typical roadside motel, a two-floor business with the usual rooms people sl**p when they don’t have a proper home or just...recouping their energies from long trips. They parked the car and went to browse the place after Suzy and Pauline. Victor carried his cellphone with a pic of them given by Lydia in order to identify the women when spotted. “I hope these girls aren’t hard to find”, said Victor. “I don’t know… let’s walk around for a while…” They roamed the external part. I loved that. Even better, I would pin her down on the sofa and climb on top of her, heh heh, there was no way she was getting away from me then. Not that she ever tried to.Eventually, my hands found their way up that tummy and lightly across those perfect little titties. The first time my hand made its way over one of her breasts, her eyes went wide, her mouth gaped open and she sat like that for a moment just looking at me, shocked that I had touched her there. Not by accident, but purposely. The large shop front windows meant it was nice and bright inside the smallish office. There were four or five desks spread around with the usual computers etc. on each one and the staff consisted of two youngish girls and two men, an older Asian an and a younger white man. They all looked up as Tracey entered and for a second she felt unwelcome and almost backed out of the door but she bravely stepped inside and let the door shut behind her.The Asian man beckoned her over to his desk and as she. ? I decided before I was going to start writingI would first take a good look at my pen, to make sure everything was in goodcondition. It was strange at first, as the underside of the pen seemedto have a large old clot of red ink underneath, it certainly smelled ofink.? Well the old woman did say it hadbeen passed from generation to generation.?I just couldn?t believe that anyone in their right minds would write astory in blood for ink. Dipping the edge of the pen into the Inkwell I began.