Does she call you here?”“Yes, a couple of times a week and comes over whenever she can. We can make love here without disturbing anyone, and Dolly...will not come over. I have the k**s call before coming over also. So everything is working for me.”“Glad to hear that. Dolly is OK when I looked in on her yesterday and she has plenty of food and everything is paid up. She is still mad as a hatter though. But is settling down more as time lapses.”“I’m glad she is getting over this some. Thanks, Ben. Toomany tourists.He gazed at the box curiously. It intrigued him that there seemed to beno obvious means of opening it."Afternoon, mate. So what's this, then?" he asked the shopkeeper, whohad drifted over to where he was standing."Ah, very interesting piece, that one, sir. Just came in this morning.Humidor, we reckon. Probably not that old, I'm afraid, but beautifullymade. And light as a feather. Here, feel the weight. Lovely, isn't it?"He took it from the shopkeeper. It did indeed seem much. They separated and as the big man reached down to pull up his jeans I got the second surprise of the evening. The other person was a guy. Holy crap it was a guy! They both turned to the back of the bar and walked away, I quickly got out and made my way to the front entrance. I went straight to the bar hoping no one would notice me. I had watched plenty of porn before, but never live like that. I also hoped that my raging hardon would quickly die down so that no one would notice that. If these. A knock at the door roused him from his thoughts. Sam swallowed hismouthful of cereal bar as he got up and unlatched the door."What did you forget this time?"Sam stopped. What he saw made him take a step back.* * * * * * * * * *A hand thrust forward squarely onto Sam's chest with surprising force,pushing him backwards until he hit the nearest bed, falling back ontoit.Two high-heeled feet clipped slowly inside, legs walking one in frontof the other. Sam's gaze drifted up over.