No surprise there.Christmas day was so jolly that it could have been easy for me to forget about the two challenges we faced. The local axe murders an... the vague threat from the EagleLeague.Well, not much to do except try to prevent any more slayings. And to remain watchful for someone — we didn’t know who, didn’t even know how many — who might be seeking revenge on me.The Lenoir Hotel had a piano in the lobby and the Gilmore Girls took turns playing the same carols we’d heard the night before.. "Laura was willing to entertain the idea. She couldn't imagine herself fucking this way with Jonelle, or Cecilia, or Brandi. But she and Yvette had done it a few times, so overcome with lust that they couldn't stop one another."Ah, but what we're going to do, no wild animal would ever think of," Laura said, darkly.Their eyes locked together, burning with the perverse excitement they felt. The heated, frenzied animalistic coupling they had just experienced was only a prelude to the orgy of pain. I was actually happy with that as I think I had had enough and I also think Trish was safe with who she was with. Jon and I small talked for a bit when he suddenly said to me, “would you like to see what Trish is up to right now”? I said, “I don’t know man, I think I’ve seen enough to be quite honest”. And he said, “okay, no problem, I understand, but if you do I could pull the curtains and you can see”. I didn’t know what to think except I knew he wanted to see, and it was killing me not to. He looked up, more into my eyes than gawking at my breasts. I whispered, "I'm doing this all for you." He seemed pleased. Appreciative applause, whistles, and catcalls rose from the watching men, rewarding my exhibitionist entertainment. The negligee had to go. I stepped back, pulled it over my head, and dropped it, leaving myself totally nude. I acknowledged the increase in applause with a wide smile. I used both hands to lift my boobs, pointing to Wes as a kind of salute. My smooth bald.