With two onlookers I was about to tug the briefs down. The next half hour went something like this.“Rob, before you do it can you please me down the...e? You know, with you mouth? Pretty please?” What the fuck, this wasn’t part of the deal was it? I wasn’t prepared for this, but if this is what it took to fuck the bitch I’d do it.“Erhhhh sure Katie if you want me to.” I slowly sank down to her exposed snatch afraid to breath in fear of repulsion but was rewarded with a musky sweet smell. Not sure. “No.”“Shit! The first thing you learn, in ‘Troubleshooting 101’, is to identify what the real problem is. You didn’t do that,” Calvin said.“Well...”Calvin took a long drink from his beer. He put the nearly empty bottle down.Calvin said, “You blew it.”“You think so?”“Yep.”“Shit.”Calvin said, “You’re a pretty smart guy. I mean ... your advice on your website nails one problem after another. You identify exactly what the real problem is, and then you provide a solution that solves that problem.. Anyway, I've been planning this road trip for since my mom promised me the car. A road trip too Las Vegas and not for what you might expect, I wanted to take a road trip to Vegas to catch Sci-Fi Con where stars from Star Trek etc... would attend. I always wanted to go, but never had the time and getting to meet some of the hot busty women of Star Trek didn't hurt.This year I was finally getting to go, but it would be a one man trip being that my friend's had school and my mother couldn't take. The Sacramento airport was almost completely deserted, the few passengers from our plane it's only customers at the moment. Mom went to go secure a rental car while Dad and I headed directly for a bank of pay phones. He dialed a number he had written on a slip of paper. The number for Washoe Medical Center in Reno, where Tracy was (if she wasn't in the morgue, a nasty part of my brain insisted upon reminding me).Dad fought through at least five different people, said Tracy's name at least.