Thoughts of fucking him pushed away her stress over “the talk” which they would have later.“Uh, yes, absolutely. Don’t want to piss your neigh...bor off,” he finished with a chuckle himself.Emma’s clothes hit the floor first, but Brent wasn’t far behind. Bruiser ran off to Emma’s bedroom to find a place to nap. He wasn’t about to let the sound of their bodies smacking together cut into his beauty sleep.Brent started to follow after him, assuming that the bedroom was their final destination also,. She had a sports bag slung over one shoulder, the handle of a racquetball racquet sticking out. He noticed that it had sticky tape wrapped around the handle. Well worn sticky tape. That was interesting. The only people who needed sticky tape were people who were power hitters. It kept the racquet from twisting in the grip. His eyes went to her right hand, but it was bare of a glove. She wasn't sweating, either. She had just arrived.While he was examining her, she examined him too. He was taller. She was holding the door, smiling and staring at me.I asked her whether she wanted to say anything. She was silent. I then gave her a bill of fifty taka(about a thousand in today’s value)to give it to her sister Mallika, as a tip for her service. She reluctantly accepted the money but, did not leave. After a couple of minutes silence, she approached me and asked how was the bruise in my arm and back !I said that it was getting better. She asked me to lay down on the couch to check it .I said,. I went to the hotel bar and drank heavy. Two hookers offered me some fun but I was concerned about std's.When I got up the next morning I headed out to the "ultra pool." I paid for a cabana."What is the benefit of this cabana?" I asked the girl that showed me around."Well; you can spend the entire day here, I bring you bottle service if you want it, you can watch sports on the tv and you have quite a bit of privacy."I ordered a bloody mary and watched some sports on the tv.I fell asleep.I awoke.