We found the newlyweds over where the taxis parked. Stanley rode in front. We ladies rode in the back seat.When we got inside their motel Romana hung ...he do not disturb sign and locked the door. Everyone stripped and hugged. I announced, “Let’s all take a shower together.” Alas, their motel had only a tub shower.I whispered something to Romana. She told Stanley and Fran to shower first. We left the shower curtain open to watch. I think Romana was expecting to watch some kind of shower fuck.. The garage smelled a little of motor oil and gasoline, and a work bench to one side of the door I'd walked through was strewn with wrenches, and all sorts of other miscellaneous motorcycle engine parts.As I was noticing this, a voice said: "Hey, buddy! I'm glad you could make it!" It was Dean, speaking from behind a large blue plastic tarp, which had a hole of about three inches in diameter cut about two and a half, to three feet above the floor."You ready for one helluva blow job?" Dean added. It won’t do any good to try to hash this out now. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is Saturday. We’ll have time to figure things out then.”“Actually, it’s already Saturday,” said Ronnie. She was very literal-minded. “It’s I don’t know what time it is, but it’s already Saturday.”“Get some sleep,” said Bob again.The girls left and Bob fell back on his bed. He had no idea where his semen had gone, but he wasn’t going to worry about it tonight. Within minutes, he was asleep.It was different for the girls.. She had put on the TV for the news, but he found he preferred the radio, to which of course he realised he seldom listened. Should he keep more in touch with world events? Was there a moral obligation to share in the troubles – and it seemed it was mainly troubles which were reported – of the wider world?He wondered that he knew about most of the news items, and remembered that he usually read the newspaper in the pub of an evening. Of course, that was enough, he needed neither radio nor TV to.