Before the cloud of their arrival had settled, they had booked a room in the town's inn, one of those nameless, authentic places in a town too small f...r tourists, where only travellers ever reach. Kerouac and Casaday had stayed in this town, in the pages of _On the Road_, or at least a town like this. Tangier in the '40's had places like this... **** Kiki, the small c***d of the family who owned the hotel, brought them a bottle of Mezcal, cooled by an. Pulling backthe covers on one side she said, "Now be a good Kitten and snuggle yoursister." She went around to the other side and slipped into bed to reachher arm around the two of us."What happened next?" she asked eagerly."Later Love, right now we need to get dressed and go get somebreakfast," I patted her pretty bottom playfully. "Up, up, come on I'llscrub your back and you scrub mine."In the shower I squirted some liquid shower gel over her budding breastsand then hugged her tightly as I. She got dressed in her best Versace and drove her Ferrari to Rodeo Drive to do some shopping and planning. As she began to walk down Rodeo Drive a sly smile lit up her face as she relished in the aftermath of her experience this morning. Her friend Roxanne, who lived in the Hollywood Hills had recently told her about a private erotic agency run by a friend of hers that she used from time to time when her husband was away on business. She gave Cassandra the owner's contact info and said, "When. She slipped her head back inside, flexing her fingers and muscles in a sudden rush of energy, equal parts mean bitch and hungry attack dog roaring inside her.Catherine knew she would have an easy enough start with Simon, the way they looked at each other when no one was watching made it clear that only Laura stood between them. Even that was a fragile construct, bound to shatter and collapse at the touch of a finger.Two floors, that was all that separated Catherine from Simon, that and a woman.