Del and I walked slowly up the ramp toward the motel. We could forget about the boat now. It was gone and never coming back.It was still early, not ye... ten am. I had no idea what I wanted to do.I turned to Ardele. "Well, that closes the book on that. What now?"She seemed to be lost in thought and I chose not to interrupt her. I took her hand as we walked along and tried to focus on what I might do now."You need another boat, Pat," Ardele said, stopping and looking at me. "As important as your. ..well,you know, back when you were who you were," Mark continued. "A hot chickrunning around the apartment. You'd be thinking the same thing and youknow it!" I'm not pissed off about it, Mark," I told him.He looked up. "You're not?"I shook my head. "No, I'm not pissed. Just a little...confused." What are you confused about?"I thought about my answer for a minute. "I'm confused because I'm NOTpissed off about it. Because it's...I don't know, okay that you feelthis way. What I guess I'm. "You're the only man to every accept the fact I wanted to be a snuff bunny although I didn't expect to be doing it as dirty as this" she giggled. I was glad she was truly enjoying herself and dropped the whole tough girl attitude it didn't suit her.I confessed to myself if she hadn't been so forceful I probably would have never agreed to make her my personal snuff slut. And I felt bad for making her shit her pants in public just cause i was a little mad."I even enjoyed the scat today seeing you. The exceptions were fatter, though.“I need counseling,” he muttered. “Who willingly sucks 100 cocks in 100 days? What the fuck is wrong with you, Tim?”Kneeling, he patted Tyler’s shoulder. “Roll over, Dude. Onto your back. That’s good.” He slipped his hand beneath the covers and found Tyler’s cock. He was hard as a railroad spike, and equally long. “Holy fuck,” he muttered. “Who are you dreaming about?” More loudly, he whispered: “Don’t wake up, Dude.”Throwing back the covers, Tim grabbed the.