Max ran for a towel. I reached down and pulled Alex’s breasts apart so we could grease her up.“Her skin’s gone so red,” Sam observed in wonder...“If things seem rough or bad,” I said, “we should speak up. My hang-up was that you girls should be learning from people your own age. Well, the most important sex lesson is to speak up.”“Right: speak up, speak loudly, say ‘yes!’” Alex threw a crisp salute, then giggled as I coated her tits. Max hurried back over and rubbed away the excess that had. Piatkowski asked about the necklace. I told her it was Tiffany, a reproduction of a 19th-century set. She asked me if I knew who owned the original. Too easy. I shrugged and said they were too valuable for casual wear. After a heartbeat, she caught the unspoken message.To give her due credit, when I sandbagged her on the jewelry, Ms. Piatkowski stopped to do a full reset. Wearing Burberry and St. Johns, with Tiffany made knock-offs, is one thing. Owning the original Tiffany is something else.. It wasn't to long before we were out of there. We went to an old historic Hotel that was known for its partying. We had a drink and decided to get another one for the walk to the room. We ended up in a stairwell and accidentally set off the fire alarm trying to get to our room. Somehow we then found ourselves outside in the cold. And it was cold. I was tripping. She was as drunk as i was but at least she half way knew how to navigate the way to our room. We got in the room and there were two. .." the general began, but I cut him off."Before I came downstairs I looked out the window. Even I can recognize rockets when I see them. And with the palm trees that puts me at Cape Kennedy."Elle smiled and said, "Actually, you're on the Cape Canaveral Air Force Station. The Kennedy Space Center is just north of us."The names were familiar, but slightly twisted, like in a funhouse mirror. "I thought they changed Cape Canaveral to Cape Kennedy a few years ago? Surely I didn't miss.