Blondes and inparticular western blondes seem to have a pull for the men in thecountry.I sat and watched planes come and go and then checking my watch...headedback inside the air was thick and hot and from the look of the cloudsaway to the right of the airport a storm mat be brewing. Checking theboard, I noticed that passengers were being asked to proceed to the gateso I followed the escalator along the tube-like tunnel to my departuregate.Air stewards were buzzing around the desk making. After all, you knew the deal and you came without us saying you could. Now you pay the price.”Just then, Jess came back downstairs from her bathroom break.“I didn’t pee,” she informed the other three, “but I did have a shit. The only thing was I couldn’t find any toilet paper. Do you think he could lick my arse clean for me?” she added.“I’m sure he’d love to Jess,” Lorraine told her, “but we haven’t quite finished pegging him yet. If you stuck your dirty arse on his mouth now he wouldn’t be. Our outer clothes consisted of a pair of pants that looked like jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with some emblem on the pocket.We made it down in time to have breakfast with the others from the ride up here. All they had for us to eat today was toast, oatmeal, and water. The woman watched us closely to be sure we didn’t eat the hot breakfast bar they had out for the other guests. She said we would thank her later. All of us rode over in a bus with a bunch of adults.Our group ended up in a. It seemed like a reasonable request. I mean, when was the last time I’d been to a sleep-over? Besides, tomorrow was Saturday; I’d be back here in a few hours anyway. But, I didn’t have anything to wear, I said.“I just threw all your clothes in the washing machine,” he said. “You won’t need anything tonight. But, you’re welcome to anything of mine that will fit.”So, Blaise turned off everything in the living room and we headed to the bathroom for our nighttime rituals. One thing I didn’t have.