'You what love? Are you serious?' he chuckles. 'Look, I kinda have places to be, it ain’t my fault your machines broken but if I can pay like that t...en fuck it' Sophie says, twiddling her hair around her finger to tempt him. 'Well alright love if you’re serious, it’s a good job your friends have already gone' he joked as he unlocked the partition wall to allow Sophie to come behind the counter and kneel down as he fumbled with his jeans. 'Where the fuck is she?' James asked as they both waited. Ken was in no hurry to bring the asshole up to date and kept his peace.When they got to the Community Hospital of the Monterey Peninsula Marcia and Consuela were reunited with Ken. They sat in the crowded waiting room and talked. They were constrained from letting the conversation get too intimate because of the police officer who was standing guard over Ken. Apparently when you have put your fourth man into the hospital you are considered dangerous."So tell us Connie, what happened with this. This one is the same year and model.”“Yeah, sure. It isn’t like the cars are doing anyone any good by just sitting there,” I told dad.I called Corwin, Skylar, and Mary. I told them what extras I found as part of my mansion. They were shocked. None of them even heard of anywhere set up to have up to four sultans and four harems in one place simultaneously. Well, one place other than the resorts that host the annual spring truce vacation. I called Becky’s grandmother and told her what I had. .four or five in your pants, two in your shirt, three or fourin your jacket. And they're deep pockets too...lots of room to put allkinds of things.So now look at what I'm wearing...a skirt and a top. Not a single pocket.And even the so-called pockets in my jeans are worthless. I can hardlyget a lipstick in them.So that's what I miss about being a man. Pockets. " That's it?" That's it."The silence lasted awhile, but it was alright. They were friends. Theyhad been friends a long time."Well," he.