Would you like to lie there for longer or shall I take you home now?" Home of course." The words came out more forcefully than she intended. "I can dr...ve. I don't need your help." No Miss Claire, you are not driving. The road is busy at this time of day and with the pain of sitting and your thoughts being on what has happened, you might well have an accident." He found her clothes but instead of her trousers her brought a pair of sweat pants that were too small for him now. "I know these are. The room was large and the walls had been plastered in a rough surfacethat was so popular in California during the forties. There werepictures and wall hangings covering most of the surfaces. A fire burnedin the fireplace and it cast a warm glow throughout the room."Cynthia, this is my wife Marge," he said."Hello, I'm very pleased to meet you," I said."Welcome to our home Cynthia," she said, and extended her hand towardmine. Her hand felt warm and loving. "Let me introduce you to the restof the. It was their lucky night."We'll be sure to tell everyone," Mikey said.Two girls led him through a curtain in the right wall. He turned back and smiled at them before the curtain swung back down after him."See you later, Ginge," Danny said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He walked through the curtain at the end of the corridor with a girl hanging off each side.Tim was left with two girls. They looked up at him with a predatory gleam in their black-limned eyes. Nasty, Tim thought. His dick. From behind her she heard the sound of her husband, George, stirring in their lavish four-poster bed. Good morning, Darling she said matter-of-factly, without turning from the mirror. Morning he replied. Miriam finished applying the blusher and glanced around at her husband as she reached for the next pot. At 46, George was a full decade her senior, but he was still reasonably handsome. He was tall and fairly muscular, even if he did have a bit of a paunch starting to develop. His short, black.