" Whatever! Fuck! Just don't call them White Girls anymore, it's so annoying!"I put my palms together and patted my fingers against each other. "Okay,...so I have to agree with you, Professor. Who thinks what makes a huge difference! But how do I fix it if I think there's an unspoken rule and someone just pissed on it." You make it a law," he said. "And you punish the stupid fucker who can't walk and chew gum at the same time." You don't disagree with me too often, do you?" I asked him."Not so. As we entered the house, I could already tell that the jump point was probably going to be reachable from anywhere in the house, and perhaps even from the back yard, although since that looked out over the golf course it wasn't exactly private.As soon as we were in and the door closed I took us through. We were in the middle of a field of tall grass, probably a quarter mile around. I could hear water running somewhere in the distance. That was good, a water source was something we had been. Picking it up, I pushed the bedroom door open with my backside and entered the bedroom. I placed it carefully on the bedside cabinet, and shuffled into bed. Claire lifted her head, hair all tousled, eyes half open. I bent and kissed her, breathing in her sleepy scent. “No spread? Hmm. I’ll just have to improvise.” She leaned across, picking up a plate. Moving the duvet down, she exposed my stomach, placing the cold china on my skin. My stomach fluttered, dangerously close to upsetting the. We left theTV on when we fell asleep as it helped give some light without being too dark. Ellen, my wife, was lying on her side and I snuggled into her back caressing her breasts, which were a nice 36C, and both of us fell asleep.About 3.00am I woke up and when I looked for a drink found we had finished the bottled water. I slipped on my jeans and a tee shirt and went down to the reception desk to get a drink from the machine that was there. The night manager was young black guy about 6'3". I.