Like any BBC slut I miss it a lot after a while.A few days before Christmas a black and white pair of guys checked into the hostel. They were friendly...enough, the white guy wasn't feeling too well, they both went up to the dorm and to get cleaned up. An hour later the black guy came down to get a few beers; he also wanted to know if there was a pharmacy close by. His friend apparently had a mild case of food poisoning. I knew what to get for him so I made a quick trip to pick it up. When he'd. "Hank laughed and slapped his friend on the back. "Forget it. Listen, of all the broads in this town, that is the least likely. No hank-panky for Mrs. Gail Hanover, believe me."Gail's conversation with the young boy couldn't be heard. All the two instructors could see were their lips moving and their mouths smiling. An agreement was made and they said goodbye and Gail went smiling to her car.It might be hard to recognize her from the girl in San Diego of a few months before. She wore her hair. "Hm? What are you two talking about? Did I miss something?"Ronnie turned her head upward, looking into Martha's face above her, and then at me again. She sighed resignedly. "Martha's turn." Martha leaned closer to her from above and asked in a soft voice, grinning, "Was it good?"Ronnie looked up at her again. She said lazily, seeming a little drunk, "Martha. It was good. Really good. You know what I mean? I mean... you know... dark good." And Martha's voice lowered, and she and Ronnie eyed each. Had any more thoughts about your decision not to be our Pagan Sacrifice? You want to be the biggest draw of the day, don't you? This is the only way, my dear. Shall we get it over with now?"Julia smiled sweetly and said "You just don't give up, do you? And I'll thank you to call me Miss Raynsford in future, Mrs Jenkinson. I greatly dislike your unsolicited and odious familiarity, as does my Uncle."Mrs J paled with rage at this coolly delivered rebuff and a scintilla of doubt entered her mind..