He didn't say much about it and said he would see me in a few days.He stopped by the following week and we talked. For some reason he seemed sad. I fi...ured it was because he would be going away for five months. I wore the necklace and ring he had given me for Christmas. I wanted him to know I cared for him.We went out to a Karaoke bar and listened to the different singers. He seemed sort of out of it and asked me to go up and sing a song for him. I remember him saying that when we were in choir. His finger was still in the woman's ass, and he couldn't help continuing to test her tight hole.A moment later, Tina purred and looked back over her shoulder, said, "say ... I'm feeling amorous ... few more of those big bills make it onto the dresser ... I might like to stay here tonight ... off the clock, of course ... and you can do more than finger my ass if you want..."Gene grinned, said, "sounds great..." before pulling his finger out and giving it a quick sniff. Tina's ass had a light,. Misk had entered the room. Dressed in the bell gown that was popular among the Tarantian aristocracy these days, Mrs. Misk was a hard woman to pin down on first glance, simply because she still remained within a black veil. The gauzy sweep of fabric, pinned to her broad brimmed hat, transformed what might have been a hideous face or a lovely face into a vague shape. That vague shape seemed to be all the more ghastly than even a horribly disfigured one – simply because even with concealment and. When you can't sleep each minute seems endless. I just laid there watching his chest and stomach rise and fall with each breath. His snoring was soothing to me. It was deep and low. I smiled as I started thinking about what had taken place just a few hours earlier. We stumbled in the apartment after an evening out, you know the kind, good friends, a good meal, good drinks and the kind of conversations you can only have with your closest friends. We were both a little buzzed, not drunk, but.