Larry tossed in a nickel, then another dime.Mike grinned and put in fifteen cents, then another twenty-five.Somebody knocked as I watched Phil. His ha...d hovered over his change. He only had two quarters there. Finally, he tossed his cards into the middle, along with a comment I won't repeat.Jimmy got off the bed and went to the door. "Hi, Coach," he said after opening it. The coach walked into the motel room. I tried to look thoughtful as I tossed in thirty-five cents. Then I smiled as fakely. Rico has a video camera. Let me get the script. How good are you at memorizing? Or Rico can make cards.”“I’m a quick study.”“Good.”The director handed her some pages.“Give me an hour or so,” she said.“Perhaps lunch?” Rico suggested.“Good idea.”“Perhaps I can get it,” Joe offered.“Let my assistant,” Rico smiled. “He knows Italian, unlike you.”“True,” Joe sighed. He found a chair and pulled out a notebook. Started a new poem. An advantage being a writer.After a couple hours and a delicious lunch. He said I inspired him. But that was ages ago. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum into me a third time in one night. A couple of years at least. Usually just a screw, or a suck and a screw, and then sleep. But he was in good form, I was sure. We’d talked about this for so long. I thought three tonight, and then at least one more before Natasha left us tomorrow, was very possible. Maybe even two. One each? That would be nice. The poor boy was going to be walking a little funny for a. Silent sobs wracked her small frame. Beth was at her side in a moment, protective arms wrapped gently around her friend. Slowly she spun Coraline around until she was able to rest her head on her friend's. She breathed in deeply smelling the faint scent of citrus, light and happy, something to ward off the gloom of the alley. Coraline mumbled something far too softly to be heard yet Beth caught a glimpse of it. "I don't know," she said quietly. "Why?" was the plaintive response. Coraline.