But I really do want him to . . . When I opened the hotel room door, Charmel, her meaty thighs splayed and fat titties jiggling, was fingerfucking her...elf. Her lipsticked mouth was slack with passion as two brown fingers slurped back and forth in her sopping slit. My friend from the library tried to speak, but no words came. She looked hypnotized. I could almost see her mind racing, her eyes asking: What have I gotten myself into? I smiled, told her to sit down and relax. I sat beside her.. "I find that we cannot exist as we are with you the way you are. I have asked the council and my second here to witness this." Setting the bottle down Jake drew a deep breath trying to remember the words he needed to say. "I have decided that you have done far more for me than I can for you. You as your sisters before you risked your life for me. I find that I cannot live with the constant fear of your bottle hanging over you. I therefore before all those present, I wish for you to no longer be. He wasn’t a drinker, but tonight, he’d had a more than a few drinks and those drinks had lowered his inhibitions. When he saw Joan go upstairs, he followed her, hoping he might have a chance to get alone with her and ask her out. He was as startled as Joan was by what he discovered when he got upstairs. He reacted without thinking and was in a hot embrace with the woman of his dreams before he realized what he was doing. And, once he started, he found he couldn’t stop. In the empty bedroom, he. The door led into a long, narrow corridor with a low, arched ceiling. It looked more like a tunnel, badly illuminated; the air stuffy and moldy, smelling of cave mushrooms. The man closed the door behind him with a loud bang that could wake up the dead. It sent chills along Clara’s spine.Even though hanging upside down, Clara trusted her good sense of direction and perceived that they were walking along a slight decline in the direction of the house to the rear of the pension. Some fifty paces.