” “Outstanding idea, breakfast of champions!” I replied and Maria laughed. She took her hand out from under her shirt, and purposely wiggled her...fine ass as she left the room. I had just exhaled the first toke of pot from the hash pipe when Maria came back into the den with two glasses of whiskey and no shirt. Her tits looked better, and bigger, than I remembered. As much as I tried to stay composed, I know my jaw was agape and Maria seemed happy that I was leering at her with lust. She sat. Getting back into the room, she was tying up her hair, getting ready for bed, sipping alcohol at the same time. I poured myself quite a lot of it. I drank more than half of it in one gulp. I was tempted to hide a recording device somewhere but I decided against it. I wanted to get high as fast as I could, no use being slow about it. I sat up straight in bed waiting for her stylishly remembering the last el clásico we had.She climbed into bed with me, as I drank up my alcohol, she had a flimsy. " I said, w/ a sly grin. He quickly took his hand away, he silghtly blush. "So, Dave - tell me about yourself." I said, as if nothing happen, I walk over to him, getting close to his face, our lips almost touch. I stared into his eyes, I could see the nervousness that ran through his blood stream. That silght blush became something more firce. I fell back, leaning on my desk. I smirk, as I put my hands in my pockets. "Well? Mr. Larrision?" I said, teasing. Now, it was his turn to studder, I. A sound coming from her left had her turning her head. ‘Shit.’ The expletive escaped her lips as she stared at the sleeping form of the man she had escaped. Damn the luck. The thought never occurred to her that he would be able to find her. Though she should have realized it would be easy for him, he’d had her passport. Her eyes devoured him, he was magnificent. She hated herself for still loving him, but there was nothing she could do to tell her heart otherwise. Sighing she turned her head.