As I opened my eyes to look down Shans face was above mine looking down at me with a look I'd never seen before, his mouth was slightly ajar his tongu... curled against his teeth, his smile lit up his whole face in the darkness of my moon lit room. I didn't have more than a second to admire him, my mouth must have been ajar as well because the next second his tongue was in my mouth swirling around my own. The kiss tasted different, his saliva mixed with my pussy juices tasted sweet. His hand went. The faint traffic noise outside, the antique furnishings in the old Denver hotel, the clock that should have advised us of meetings missed and business foregone, all faded from my mind. My senses focused on Sophia. I rose to meet her onrushing embrace. We held each other tightly, and she cradled me in her hot spot. I must admit that in retelling the story, I had grown very wet myself, and only the tight hold of my briefs had kept me from finishing the tale with a very desperate erection. She. ”“Well, getting death stared by you willing to rip my balls off doesn’t feel very fucking convenient,” I said it levelly but my temper was starting to rise. Why did everyone think this was so fucking easy for me?! I took another shot, slammed the shot glass down and decided I had plenty more to say. “Convenient would be staying alone! Convenient would be how I’ve lived for a long time! I’m sick and fucking tired of feeling like the bad guy because I treasure them, both of them. They’ve told me. Because of the mountains, there was a long wait between the apparent sunset and actual night time. We were getting pretty antsy before a truck convoy actually showed up. I called it a convoy because there were four cargo trucks this time, and they were led by a pickup with a heavy machine gun mounted on a long-legged tripod in the truck bed. It was very much like the "Technicals" from Somalia.That pickup was the key identifier. We might have let the convoy through without reacting if it had not.