”“Just a short nap,” I murmured.“I’d let you sleep out here, but someone would call the cops about a corpse!”“Jeez, Shannon, I went from...‘looking great’ to ‘a wreck’ to ‘a corpse’? When’s my damn funeral, tomorrow?”Shannon laughed out loud. “I was just kidding, Matty. Trying to get some signs of life out of you.”I grunted. “Good luck. I’m hung over, so that’s definitely going to be a challenge.”“You did have way more beer than I did. I’m just fighting off a little cottonmouth. Hey, what are you. ‘I’ll give you a ride, honey,’ Lena said, brushing his lips with hers. Then she spoke to Kelly: ‘You two look cosy. Call me tomorrow! Have time?’ ‘Yes,’ Kelly answered, ‘It’s my light day.’ Kelly and Jorge walked off into the dark, her hand seeking out his, as they walked away. She turned to him as they walked: ‘You turn me on so much, I’m sorry that I have clothes on now!’ He embraced her again: ‘Wonderful Beauty!’ he said against her hair. Her alarm woke her at 3:30. She could smell the pot. I watched as my engorged cock was pounding into her tender, unadjusted body and causing her a good deal of pain. I could feel my cockhead trying to turn the normal path inside her rectum towards her head, but I kept pushing towards her belly, not making the adjustment. I watched mesmerized as my dick disappeared between her cheeks and into her unseen anus. It wasnt Ericas fault that my life was one of loneliness and regret, she was the brightest thing to come along in years. As awkward as it. It is a toy of my own devising; I should not have left it out 'ere. But I zee it is zis which catches your eye?"I nodded, firmly."Zo. You like it simple. You 'ave the eye of a Beau Brummel. I see vat we 'ave to do." Beau Brummel? I thought he was the great Pre-crash dandy, from the nineteenth century or sometime like that. But wasn't he very ornate; I thought he was famous for leading the fashion world at the time?" Eighteenth century, mon ami. And no, 'e was ze one who turned zem away from.