"No," she says, seriously. "We could put a wireless camera on the dresser and they'd never even notice it," she says, matter-of-factly. "We'll do it n...ext time," she declares. "You can invite them to use your apartment again next week". I can't believe what I'm hearing. She wants to video her son having sex with his girlfriend. And I thought I was perverted!"Where are we going to get a camera like that?" I ask, trying to dissuade her through simple logistics. She looks at me for a minute before. Carla loves to tease and put on a real show for the guys in the store. She was telling The black guy that she wanted him to come back to our hotel room and fuck her. She was telling him how wet she was and wanted to feel his hard cock inside her. By now they had full attention of the small group of guys in the store that were trying hard not to look like they were watching. Carla had on one of her business suites which reveals lots of cleavage. By this time the black guy had moved his hand. I thought it to be a figments of my imagination. After sometime I again could sense some kind of restrained noise from the adjoining room and decided to check if all was okay. As I neared the room, the noise became clear. From the dim light outside the bedroom I saw to my surprise, Cynthia kneeling on her limbs and using a dildo up her pussy !! Man ! The woman was on absolute heat and would have even let a dog screw her at that point in time. I whispered out her name and she immediately sprang. Before I knew it, God faced me again, and this time his eyes bored into mine. A firm, but gentle awareness riffled through my memories. Long forgotten experiences flickered past like a high-speed slide show. The recent memories of my time with Rebecca seemed to draw the most interest. The slide show ended with a memory of doctors and nurses lifting me onto an operating table.God smiled and said, “Son, you’ve done well.”The vision faded away.Late Sunday Night, Berks County Hospital:Scuffling.