"I can't sleep," groaned Shawn."Then have a cold shower and go to your own room," said Jodi promptly."I don't want to." Then close your eyes. You're n...ot going to fuck either of us if that's what you'rethinking," sniffed Jodi, knowing he wanted Kyla again."Spoil sport," he said knowing what she was thinking."I can't sleep either," gurgled Kyla."Hell." Jodi flung the covers off her and saw Shawn's fingers snatch away fromKyla's cunt. The lousy bastard had been touching her up. Small wonder the. I’ll check into a motel. I know where there’s a good one, highly recommended by my soon to be ex-wife.”“That’s one option,” she smiled at him, “but I think it’d be better if you stayed here on my couch for the night.”“Oh, God no, that’d too much of an imposition, you’ve done enough already.”“Again with the imposition nonsense, I’ve already told you to knock it off. Men, you never want to take help from anyone. You’re staying here, at least for tonight, after a good night’s sleep you’ll feel. She remembered opening the box and seeing the envelope she so desperately needed. She almost came on the spot. But she could hardly do that here. She went back to the bus depot and would have used a cubicle in the toilets to remove the belt and relieve herself, but her return bus would be leaving imminently. She got onto the bus - it was crowded, apparently with an inter-school junior football league, and removing the belt and playing with herself was out of the question.She needed some privacy. ..” I was fishing for the right words...but there aren’t really any...even ‘escort’ is layered with sexual promise. I stuck with: “A call girl.” “Oh about two months...you know I left home with Brian...but he was a cheating bastard ...and this pays better than stripping...though obviously I’m expected to provide more too.”She put her glass down; so refined; leaving a mouthful in the flute; unfinished. She had control while I wanted it.“Well I’ll still pay “I said, meaning I was expecting Peyton.