“Oh, I'm sorry, lad. Have I startled you?” She whispered in a breathy Irish brogue. I was speechless for a second. Here was the most beautiful wom...n I'd ever seen, standing by my bed: she had eyes green as emeralds, had blazing red hair down to her bosom and spoke with an Irish accent. “What...? Who are you? How did you get into my house?”“I---I don't know, on the first two counts, lad. I was hoping you could tell me; after all, you created me.”Wait! I did what? I don't remember...“Well, don't. "He smiled, again obviously not able to hear most of what she said. "You would make a beautiful bride." Charlayne felt two or three beats behind everything, numb and slow from the drinking, as her dance partner ran the back of his hand along her chin. It seemed like such a long time ago that the epilady electric torture implement had pulled out each of her facial hairs one by one, leaving the chin smooth. Charlayne sighed and leaned into the hand. With her eyes closed, it felt good on her face.. Joyce told Barry that was one of the requirements of the guys they were to meet.The time finally came and off to Vegas they went. The first day after they landed was spent with the hustle of checking in to their hotel, unpacking, and doing a little site seeing. After a great dinner, they headed down to the casino and stayed there for a couple of hours before they headed off to bed in their luxurious room with a beautiful view of Las Vegas. Waking early, Joyce had put on her bikini and headed to. He also thought to himself that something like this would only happen in playboy or penthouse or some adult magazine not in real life, of course he made a mental note if things played out correctly he should really write it to the adult magazines just to be immortalized. Of course each time he got more than three seconds to think about his dream and continue it his bulge would return. Not only would his bulge return, but also so would a customer come in. In which he kept thinking to thank the.