With both making their way off the freeway onto the frontage roads and then turning toward the services listed on the freeway signs, they were too bus... looking for auto help to notice the other. Finally, as Demi’s Porsche barely made it to the empty parking lot of the unfinished upscale shops across the intersection from my hotel, Meg’s BMW pulled in right beside her. Demi had forgotten to charge the battery in her cell phone, so it was dead, and Meg had completely walked out the door without. It didn't take long.We left within thirty minutes of getting the message. It was eight in the morning. Those of us who hadn't gotten to breakfast were handed a cup of coffee and a sandwich to go. That was it. We were told to be careful. I promised we would be. Before buckling up and leading my convoy off, I glanced over to Tilly. She wasn't looking happy."Tilly," I said calling to her. "Come here please."Tilly did as I asked. When she got there, I pulled her in and gave her a kiss on the lips.. Just as he was about to turn and leave he suddenly remembered something however, and with a deep frown on his face he forced himself to turn back and cross the street instead, towards the large building with it's impressive exterior. A pair of polished glass door led him to a wide, extravagant lobby, where a lonely receptionist glanced back at him from behind her desk, and looked like she too was questioning his reasons to be there."Handsome..." She might have thought of him, while correcting. Not to mention they were Mrs. Allen's breasts.She moved away. "Come on." She was parked in a far lot. I followed her, watching her sway. I didn't understand why girl butts were so pretty to me, just that Mrs. Allen's was the best ever.I was so glad to be in her car and going home. I kept looking at her legs because I couldn't help it. Then she'd say something, and I'd look up with guilt. To the lips I wanted to kiss, and the eyes that sparkled and bored straight into mine. Even that enchanted,.