Maybe it was the drink but I wassoon telling him I was on a solo holiday with no family back home to worryabout. He listened to my babbling on then to...d me he was actually therewith some family for his father's birthday. The club was one of the fewplaces with small function rooms available. Joao then went back to be withhis family. I was ready to finish my drink and leave when he returned."Could you do me a favour?" he said and explained that his father wasrather down after losing his wife.. It didn't particularly surprise Jessica that she had shown up at the worstpossible moment."I'm in here!" Jessica called from the bathroom. "I'm not decent rightnow." Nothing I haven't seen before!" Vicky replied.Jessica could have choked on the irony. She reached for the thickest towelshe had and quickly wrapped it around her waist. It would hide her newanatomy better than the nightgown ever could. She thanked god that shedidn't have the fabled "morning wood" and walked to the bathroom. I don't know what made me think about them this afternoon; I suddenly remembered that I never did this after she died."John could see that the contents of both of the boxes had been emptied out onto the living room floor and that Katie was throwing most of it back into one of them. The rest she was placing in piles on the floor in front of her. She appeared to be almost finished."I'm going to open a beer; do you want anything?" That sounds good; get me one too, thanks."John was in the kitchen,. ‘The rules of the power hour are the same as always but I’ll remind you and finally explain to my fuckpig what’s about to happen.’ He walked over to me and placed his hand on my ass. ‘Right, so a power hour is simple. For the next 60 minutes, every minute you hear a bell chime you must take a large swig from your drink. The fuckpig here will make sure that you always have a beer in your hand. If your beer runs out and you don’t have a drink by the next bell chime, feel free to spank my pig as.