But not gloating days. More thankful for my blessings than bragging about them. I don’t want Nemesis stalking me. And she shouldn’t. Thankfulness ...doesn’t draw her ire. Does it?I feel as if I have two lives. Maybe most folks do. There’s my outside life, work, social, Meyer Boulevard. Like that.Then there’s life inside the Wrigley. Vanessa of course. Walker and Pilar. Family. But there’s also the Wrigley heartbeat. The hotel lobby with its gift stand / newsstand. Check-in traffic. People. She stroked it slowly. But much to my disappointment I exploded. She stopped kissing and started laughing. "I am so sorry. Its my first time" I said in a dejected voice "Awwh! Sorry brother. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Come here you silly boy!" she said We started kissing again. She slowly removed my boxers and brought me closer to her body. Now, every inch of my body was touching her. I could feel her breasts squashing against my chest. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin. "What kind of lubricant would you like, dear?" The lady smiled as Kathy knelt across the table for the third time. "We have quite a selection to choose from." Spanish Fly formula, please." Kathy replied politely."Oh, I'm sorry, dear, we're not doing stimulants tonight because its 'The Story of "O".' We have rough or fine sandpaper, first, second or third degree burns, cramping, raw'n'bleedin', and plain formulas. What would you like?" I'll take plain formula, I guess," Kathy sighed in slight. “So why did you come to the bar? Most of the new recruits end up in the tourist quarter, or hang around the barracks because they’re too scared to leave on their own.”“I followed the painted line on the floor, and it took me here,” James replied. “I didn’t know that ‘recreation’ meant a bar, well it’s not just a bar, but I don’t know anyone yet and I’m not about to intrude on card games played between Marines and Krell.”“Those big dumb lizards love their games,” she grumbled, turning to get a.