I’d been plenty inconvenienced over the past many years. Now it was my turn to get a little recognition of that blood mortal fact!“Jenna, my relat...onship with that man will never allow me to accept anything from him. That’s ironclad, Jenna! Okay?”“Okay, daddy. I understand. I mean I really don’t, but I get it sort of,” she said.“Jenna!” I said.“Okay, okay,” she said. “Anyway, here’s the address for the place where everybody is going to be getting their stuff.” She handed me a card: Jerome’s Tux. I followed her looking at her nice ass swaying; there was something sensual about her. It was nice and alone on the terrace, we started talking about the usual stuff and then she asked me ‘how is life being single again? Are you involved with someone or just enjoying being single? I thought what to say then decided to just be honest and said honestly I am not involved with anyone and I am not even enjoying being single. I mean there are moments when its good like flirting with someone or trying. This is mind-altering, as conscious-changing as hallucinogens. She can not make sense of how this girl makes her feel the way she does. At the moment before she begins what she yearns to do, she ceases all attempts to construct a meaning for what this even promises to mean. The mode of her passion is singularly visceral, a desire unaccountable to nature's drive to procreate.And when Caroline takes her first tentative taste of pussy, Dorothy sings out her gratitude in long, harmonious moans of. Arrival in London, taxi to the Dorchester Hotel, checking in (she was sure the concierge knew what she was doing… she felt so guilty) and then in the lift clutching the key to Room 342. The room was wonderful, big bed and a luxurious bathroom. She ran herself a bath and relaxed with the bottle of Chardonay she had ordered and the room service had delivered in 5 minutes. She thought of the evening ahead as she stretched out in the warm bubbles, her free hand slipping down to her freshly smooth.