Wispy curls of brown were her hair, like mist on the surface of a lake at dawn. Beside her, invading her glory, unworthy, sat he. I burned him with my...eyes, shouting in my mind of his insulting existence. There was no part of my being that could be more aflame with the thought of how hideously I wanted to end it all. Step forth, take hold of her, and simply walk out of his life. They both smiled, not seeing my face. A clerk across the way handed her a band bedazzled with diamonds, each and. She grasped my head and pushed my face hard into her. I felt her shudder above me and I heard a muffled scream erupt from her as she desperately tried not to announce her oncoming orgasm to the world. I smiled and carried on licking until, panting she pulled my head away. I smiled at her and began stainding up pulling her to me as she leaned easily into me instead of the wall. I positioned myself between her legs and looking into her eyes I carefully fed myself into her. Her eyes widened. My plan was rejected because the last thing he wanted his neighbors to see was a slightly built young man going into his home. The truth be told, I was 17 but looked 15. I am 5’6” 120 pounds with a slight build. My suggestion was for him to drive back to his house and drop me off on the block behind his house. I then would give him time to get back to his house and unlock the back door. Once I thought he made it back to his house I would cut through the property and walk into the door leading. He had not picked up his guitar in more than ten years now and it was doubtful he would even remember how to play it at this point in his life. His was a sad but common tale. For every Jake Kingsley or Matt Tisdale who made it, there were perhaps ten thousand Ronald Dithers' staffing hotels or driving garbage trucks or changing oil in Speedy Lube establishments.Ronald had just returned from the sixth floor where he'd been dealing with a guest who had been trying to get a free room upgrade by.