If there is one thing that turns her on it's money. If I wrapped a ten p'note around my willie she'd grab it like ... well there's a thought."Fuckin' ...ell!" Honestly, there are times when her language can be rather unladylike."Oh, I do hope so," I said, "it's where I'm going for sure. I've no wish to go to heaven, that's where good girls go." Shut up and don't be silly!" she exclaimed. "What about spare parts and that sort of thing? Are they reliable?" Yes, spare parts are generally available. I had to laugh out loud and Eileen's face got a little red and she didn't know what to say. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Well I almost knocked on your door but didn't want to ruin it." Eileen asked if she was back in her room and Amber said yes. "Are you alone?" "Yea.why?" Cause we ain't done yet. Seems he has a problem I need to take care of. It's called vodka dick." Need help?" Nope. I can handle this myself." With that she put the phone down but didn't hang up oblivious to me. By now I was. Martin fell asleep and woke up a couple times realizing he was still thinking about his getting off to the crossdresser next door, which Martin now realized his neighbor was. The next day as Martin went about meeting his clients, he couldn't get the image of his neighbor's sexy cheeks out of his mind. "Well, she's probably left the hotel now," he thought, realizing he was starting to think about the cross dresser as a woman. And why not? She had such a sexy ass and hips and stomach. As sexy as. I covered my bed with two layers of canvas painters tarps. It got damned cold in that apartment overnight. I could see my breath even before I went to bed.I didn't know it, but an oil company had hired a bio-synthesis lab to work on a culture that could be released after a catastrophic oil spill and decompose the bio-hazardous waste down to relatively harmless byproducts. Regrettably their culture mutated. Now, consider this. How are you going to confine a culture hell-bent on decomposing any.