“Be careful, it is a bit sensitive.” Withdrawing my hand, she holds it there. “No, please continue. Just be careful.” Realising she is awake I... start kissing her shoulders. Soft fluttering kisses on her exposed shoulders and neck. Tiny little hairs stand erect beneath my caresses. My finger proceed toward her core again and she turn around to lie on her back. Spreading my caress all over her body now, I kiss her deeply. “Morning Baby,” she smiles at me and I realise something is up when she. The plug slid itself out, and I just managed to catch it. I had felt as if I had been going to fill the toilet with crap, but nothing followed the plug. Well I say nothing, a few seconds after its exit we both heard a long, soft, wet, whistling fart."I don't think you really deserve a kiss after that."I put on a glum look, then we both laughed as she changed her mind and kissed my nose. I liked her doing that. For a sad moment I wondered if she kissed her customers like that."Bob, I've come. Many had known Hubert well for years. One old coot, after his third beer, approached Charles. "Hey, Chuck. Glad to see that you're going to keep the bar open in spite of the oil." What oil?" Oh, shit. Didn't Hubert, that old Rascal, tell you about the oil on the beach?" He did not."For the next three months, Charles' attorney tried to locate Hubert, to sue the bastard.In the meantime, the bar and motel limped along, even thou it was in peak season. A salesman stayed with them. He and Chuck. No. The doctors say Brian died at least twice, while they worked on him ... Yes. It was quite horrible, not to mention frightening, bloody, and the things nightmares are made of..."It was horrible, Sherrie. He nearly bled out, and without the intervention of scientists from the National Institutes of Health, and a remarkable but very dangerous, experimental treatment, there was no hope. Brian would have died, on New Year's Eve..."Sherrie ... Sherrie, listen. Brian is right here, and wants to.