The driver and I took the elevator up to the 30th floor, a giant suite. He was slow and sweaty and never took his eyes off me. I stood close to him in... the elevator, even though we were alone, hoping he was looking down my dress. In the room I asked him to put the bags in the bedroom. I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. “What is your wife’s name?”“Cynthia. Why?”“Because I hope Cynthia doesn’t mind that you’re going to fuck a little white girl”. I then dropped my dress to the floor, standing. “I’ve known this lad all his life, and his parents. They’ve lived in this village as far back as it goes. They have ancestors buried in that church yard. So have some respect.” The Landlord winked at Charles. “I’ve got relatives buried there too,” insisted Bob. “His go back to the civil war. Maybe even further,” the Landlord challenged. Up till now, Charles had let things flow over his head, but even he could see something had to be done. “You can say what you like about me, but at. "I asked them to get thier belongings and come with me. He sat in the front with me while the girl sat in the backseat. On the way to the motel, I learned their names were Joe and Tina and they were trying to get to travel to new cities but things were proving to more difficult than they thought. I quizzed them a bit about their sex liife and learned they had been dating about 18 months. They were both barely 21 years old. Neither had much experience with sex outside of each other but they had. " Well, yeah, I've got the title of assistant manager but you couldn't tell it looking at my paycheck."I laughed. "I know what you mean." Turn left at this next street... how about you?" Well, I run a computer warehouse in the city. I just took some parts to a client upstate and I'm heading home for the night." Ah. Going home to the family, huh?" No, it's just me." Yep, me too." Gets lonely sometimes." I know what you mean. See that second driveway? Pull in there, hon."I pulled into the drive.