With every sip of beer George grew angrier and hornier and more depressed.The horniness was something he could at least take care of. He had half a mi...d to call an escort, but George hadn't paid for pussy since the war. During the war, paying for pussy was normal. None of them chink-sluts gave it up for free, back then. But he might as well just jack off. Why pay for pussy when he should be getting it for free? Mary should be here, fucking him.He stood from his recliner and stumbled to his. " But I'm thirsty!" Dan insisted. "My throat feels funny and itchy. Iwant a soda. Sprite, if you have that." How about a glass of nice single malt whiskey?" Martinez suggested andchortled heartily before reassuming a more serious attitude. "Buddy,something tells me you're not quite getting the picture here. This isnot a McDonald's and we're not your friendly waiters." I'm thirsty," Dan repeated stubbornly. "I want a refreshing soda pop." Jim," Martinez addressed Burkhart, "go and see if you can. The games continued. She of course did other things with the children, fed them, made sure they had bathed, and checked that they did their homework. The plots got more elaborate. There was the time they played cops and robbers; she had to play hostage, while Blakley played the cop that time. Jasper wanted to shoot everyone with his toy pistol. Riley pleaded playfully for him not to shoot her, that she would be ever so grateful. She batted her eyelashes and played up the helpless damsel, which. Then to Captain Madison and Kathy, "Come on, Guys. We'll show you to your rooms." As they helped with the luggage and took off down the hall, they were talking a mile a minute with the pilots.As they rounded the corner, Kathy waved back at everyone else, as Jennie continued with, "We'll get you up in plenty of time to eat and get dressed before the wedding..."Jeff, realizing what was about to happen — grabbed Helen. Lightly kissing her, he then whispered. "You'll be mine tonight," then nuzzled.