Sam went off for the afternoon to her tennis lessons and so I had the house to myself. I really was feeling tired again but thought I should stay up a...bit to worry some more. So I did. First it was just about how to get the dress back because who knows where Jack and Beth and the other girls put it when I changed out of it at BTS to get into some old work clothes that day. That was when we were just cleaning the house prior to the auction. And then I had to worry about whether I actually would. When it hit me again, I scooted back into the wall. The next time I rolled over and faced the wall. Why didn’t I close the shades last night? Hell. I wasn’t even sure how I got to bed. I was so drunk. And now I was so hung over.I hugged the wall and tried to find a cool spot on my pillow to lay my head. You’d think in a hotel this expensive the bed would be a little farther from the wall so you could walk around it. The thought of walking made my stomach turn. If I could stand up, I could make. He a bitch,” Maurice rectified Rodrick’s understanding.“I guess he was.”“Ain’t no guessin’. He a pussy bitch! You oughta git you one!”“What?”“You heard me, nigga! I’m goin’ to bed!”Rodrick thought about the action between Maurice and the white punk for the rest of the night.The next day, Rodrick messaged a former co-worker.-Hey. Any good new books?-Been reading ‘The Samurai Invasion of Korea 1592-98-Is it good?-Not bad. Never really knew about their conflict. How are things in. I lay on the bed, shoving my favorite huge black vibrator deep inside my wet slit and I fucked myself to another wild orgasm. After this last orgasm subsided, I just dressed up for my office.As soon as I reached my desk, I turned on the computer.No messages at all. But, after two hours, finally Big Tyrone’s name appeared on the screen with a text message.The bastard was asking me if I had received his pic last night.I laughed to myself. I answered that he should be proud of what he had.