Their time in Florida so far had consisted mostly of drinking and the three now found themselves very very drunk. “Yeah I’m fucked too. Go swimmin... if you want though man. Knock yourself out bro.” That was Dean, the third friend, he was the tallest in the group but was by far the drunkest, he put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder for support as he talked with him. “Fuck both of you.” Kevin grabbed a bottle of Captain Morgan from the hotel room’s desk before saying “I’m going swimming.” And walking. I was now standing next to her, my member throbbing a few inches from her face.“Christopher?” she replied, pulling down her skirt to cover her privacy and crossing her arms over her voluptuous chest to try to hide it. “But... what are you doing here?”“I was enjoying the show,” I snickered.“I hope you liked it!” she said, furious and a little ashamed to have been seen.“More than you can imagine,” I whispered hoarsely. “And from what I understood, it was a long time since you had an orgasm.”We. I finally stopped at a cocktail lounge on Upper State Street and had a couple more beers before calling a cab to take me back to my motel. I had a good nights sleep and then spent most of the next morning walking on the beach and generally taking it easy. By 1:00 P.M. I'd checked out of my room and was heading back towards home. I stopped off in Ventura and had some fast food and then drove straight through the rest of the way.I pulled into my parking space a little before six, having run into. Night." Happy fellow," Mrs. Beall said after the door was latched."Yes, he usually is. Not very much ambition though." Beall turned the heavy envelope over in his hands a few times looking at his name in a very small script on the front. The back was sealed with dark red wax and the impression of a signet ring."Aren't you going to open it?" his wife asked."Oh, of course. I was just thinking about something." He broke the seal and pulled out a small sheet of cream-colored paper. Beall unfolded.