Why the pretense of a luxurious seductive evening. Her head spun and her mind worked overtime.The hotel had a full club downstairs with a live band an... a couple hundred patrons. It was very popular night spot. It looked like about 75% tourists and some of the well off locals. They were escorted to a private table and ordered drinks. Marybeth finally looked at Samuel and asked "why all of this.... Just to bed me?" Samuel laughed a huge hardy laugh. He finally looked at her with very intense. ’ ‘Well now, Mr Goodwin, you’re as white as a ghost and look as if you’ve not had a thing to eat in at least a week. I suppose you’re going to say your simply daft? Or merely simple, perhaps?’ ‘Close,’ he said as the grinned. ‘I recall I held some soup down — a few days ago.’ ‘Mary Ann, Tom sailed across from Marseilles. Alone.’ ‘Indeed. So you’re stupid?’ There was that word again — ‘alone’ — Goodwin thought to himself as he smiled, or tried to, anyway. ‘It was a rough crossing. I’ll say. No school, no practice, no games to go to. And, no events to perform for. I’ve had my limit of events the last few weeks, Joe.’ ‘Like you don’t enjoy it…’ She set her jaw and glared at him. ‘What did you say?’ she hissed. ‘Look, Ash. It’s not like you don’t enjoy performing. I see it in your eyes while you do it. And, that’s not a bad thing. Just stop complaining about it like it’s a chore.’ Ashley pondered this for a second. ‘Well, you MIGHT be right about that,’ she offered softly. ‘But it. "Um, Lindz, you do realize that those are inch and a half needles, right?" So?" Well, my balls are about an inch and a half wide if you inject the narrow way, so be careful about going too deep." Hmm, any other last words?" she teased, but her tone told me she was open to advice."Just go really slow this time." Okay," she chirped, grabbing one of my balls and cleaning the sac with a fresh alcohol wipe."Ready?"When I nodded I felt a sharp pain radiate from my groin, but nothing too intense."Huh,.