We ended up going down to the pool and Brian’s plan was really working. We got a couple more drinks and sat there talking and gazing out at the oce...an with our Mai Thais in our hands. After a couple more drinks Lindsey put her arm around me and said, “Let’s get something to eat okay? Smoking all that weed gives me the munchies”We went into the poolside restaurant and got some food. After we ate we both were still pretty hammered. I figured that Brian had enough time to finish his deal with. But Norman Ives and Frank Stella made works of art using letters or parts of letters forty or more years ago. Saul Steinberg first publishedsome of his work in 1936, and his first in The New Yorker in 1941. So, I don’t know where Floyd’s work falls.”“Right. I’m going to wash my face. You see if there’s anything to eat. And then we’ll talk.”Rachel had changed into a kimono and had put out several cheeses, some bread, a sliced tomato, crackers, and two whites, each under a half-bottle.“Aha! All. I took a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly, and then went to my dad’s workshop and sat down on the stool in the corner.“Hi, Dad,” I said.“Mike,” he replied flatly, not looking up from his lathe.“Elizaveta is here with me. Would you at least come up and say ‘hi’ to your future daughter-in-law?”He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at me, arms crossed, and a sour look on his face.“To give approval for you doing the same thing Paul did?”“Is THAT what this is about? That’s your. Then repeating it's torturous journey back into the depths of my obscenely stretched anus. With a ram of his slim hips the brute slammed into the depth of my rectum and unloaded a strong fierce stream of man spunk into my bowels. Howling like a mad man the brute emptied his substance into me and snatched his enormously huge cock head from my butt hole. With the gag in my mouth I could only shake my head from side to side in excruciating pain. The second brute loomed between my up stretched.