Based on a call he’d made from Oklahoma City; he was pre-registered. He’s asked for the suite Ashley had planned to start using the next day, and ...that was available. The three band suites were not ready that evening due to some kind of convention going on at the hotel.A valet allowed Dave to park his motorcycle only a few feet from the main door. Dave liked that. It was undercover and in a secure area. Further, Ashley and the others would see the bike when they arrived at the hotel and know he. In the streetlight I saw his form mount over me, and my engorged lips hung open mouthed at the sight. It was heaven that form in that lighting, above me, about to take me. The girl below me said, "Andy", and Kevin glanced down for a second, which meant he had to whip his hair back across his face to clear his eyes, which was music. My legs were too close, and he fumbled trying to get in, and then he pushed.It was the most painful thing I'd ever felt. I felt I'd broken bones, I'd never walk. You wanna do it?’ I stopped and breathed, watching my breath steam out in clouds and looked up at the star filled sky. I was suddenly filled with the urge to run. Brad might never know. I could tell him that I had to work late. The bar in town was full of perverts who just might be what I needed to make it a few more years with barely any sex and little displayed affection. My shoulders slumped. My hair looked awful, thrown into a hasty pony tail, its normal wavy sable locks grown stringy with. “Yes. No. I don’t know.”Leaning forward, Ed asked, “Tell me who is the most respected private chef in the world.”“I am,” replied Marguerite knowing that if she didn’t answer that way, Ed would call her on it.“That’s right. Now who is going to be the second most respected private chef in the world, soon.”“Shuana,” replied Marguerite proud of her former assistant. Shuana was a rising star in the culinary world.“So who is going to be your next project?” asked Ed with a smile.“With no one here,.