She sighed and then turned Justin’s hand so that his palm was facing up. ‘Now curl your fingers. There’s a soft spongy spot…oh yes, that’s i...…’ Cleopatra cooed. ‘Oh, oh yes that’s it. Keep doing that. Oh God. Oh yes. Just. Just hold it like that. Oh.’ ‘Uhhh, uhhh, uhhhhh ohh ohhhh.’ Cleopatra shook and moaned, riding Justin’s hand. Unlike last time though when Justin thought Cleopatra had hit her peak, she kept going. And she got louder. A thought came over Justin that he was surprised he. M."C'mon! I'll race you, fucker!" Bob challenged and spun out of mysupporting hands. He careened off and before I could catch or warn him, hewiped out into a muddy, horrible-smelling water mitigation pond that wasin the lot between the motel and the bar. I was pretty soused myself andcollapsed on the bank howling with laughter at Bob, who was trying withlittle success to crawl up out of the deep, stinking baby-shit mud. Imanaged to get my phone out and narrate about the swamp creature. . just north of where we lived in Davis. I’ve got some acreage and a workshop there.”“Acreage? How did you afford that?” she asked with a concerned look.“Well, I wasn’t broke, considering the insurance settlements and inheritance from my parents. But wonder of wonders, the Italian trucking company finally settled our lawsuit. My sisters and I got a nice check from them. Then, after some serious pressure from Darren Hatcher, the courier company settled my lawsuit over my injuries before it went. I sighed in resignation and quickly obeyed."Well I'll be a son of a bitch!" he exclaimed under his breath, so as not to attract attention.His other hand was still suspended just above my chest. But now he lowered it and gripped my breast. He squeezed it gently before exploring my nipple and its shiny little piercing.I saw my stop approaching and I told him that I had to get off here.He smiled and said, "No. You don't. My stop is not far from here. There is a motel right there. I think we are.