’ He turned onto a side street, went down two blocks and turned again, and slowed, looking for a spot to park. The neighborhood was quiet and dark, ...iving no indication of the bustle and lights only a few blocks away. Shadows of trees beside an almost deserted sidewalk. Small bungalows and older apartment buildings dating from Hollywood’s golden days of the 1930ties. The man said, ‘At last,’ and pulled into a space distant from street lights, although there was still enough illumination so that. Not to mention the owner’s fiancée.”“The correct term is ‘mistress’,” Kris said. “I’m Cam’s very happy mistress.”“Fiancée,” Guy repeated.Boarding the plane, we were soon airborne. Because it was nearly noon by the time we were in the air, Kris and I were delighted to find that there was a picnic lunch prepared for us. We had cold Southern fried chicken with a salad and a very fine white wine.It was funny, really. Since it’s only a shade over 400 miles from Atlanta to Orlando, Guy had to dawdle. " Of course you don't," she said. "That's why you need me." She had mestrip, and then tied my hands and legs to her spreader bars beforeraising them above my head. "Now, tell me one thing good girlfriend havein common." I don't know," I said."That's because you're not thinking right. All the best girlfriends arecock crazy," she said. "Sooooo ..."She turned off the lights and in front of my images started flashing ona screen. Giant images of erect cocks, flashing on front of me. "Don'ryou dare. The natural salve would help put some moisture back in them. Turning in his saddle he looked back at the hoof prints that marked his trail across this waste land of the Llano Estacado. Damn high chaparral, he thought. The Staked Plains as they were called were nothing more than high desert. Most of the vegetation was Mesquite, tumbleweeds, Creosote bushes, and scrub brush with a few Palo Verdes dotting the landscape. There were also a few strands of Cottonwoods and Scrub Oak where springs or.