David looked at the woman and immediately the broken wing complex worked its magic. He fished a business card out of his pocket and walked over to the...woman’s table. ‘Pardon me miss. I am David Miller.’ He handed her his card, raised gold letters, a flattering photo, and heavy paper stock. ‘I don’t normally listen to other people’s conversation but I could not help but overhear about your problem. You are right. There simply are no more rooms available.’ ‘Damn, she said, and I have to be back. The office Christmas bash started just after nine in the morning when plastic cups were passed around with champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice.Come lunch time, we were treated to a Christmas dinner at a well known eatery, and then onto a night club, still dressed in my morning clothes, with no time to go home to change.It was almost twelve hours since that cup of Mimosa, and possibly more than a bottle of wine and liquors, I was ready for a nightcap, of cock and semen, even a double and. I was on light duty and Hugo understood what that meant. He didn't take me on anything with a duration of more than an hour. If something was going to be strenuous or take more than an hour he left me in the truck or in the office. I hated it on one hand and I appreciated it on the other.I had spend one weekend tied to that trailer, so I did not want to spend another. Friday when Hugo gave me the weekend schedule, I decided to take off for New Holt the next morning.Hugo was going to take the. . I think that the best thing now is for you to take a shower whilst I fix a breakfast for us." She seemed relieved with my decision; I held her face and tenderly kissed her forehead. Quickly she jumped out of bed and stepped into to the bathroom. I looked at her naked body for what I believed was the last time.After breakfast I took a shower and went to deal with my other passion: my car. For my eighteenth birthday daddy had given me a 1969 Volkswagen Karman-Ghia. It was as old as me and in a.