Yes."Rina's eyes welled up with tears, but she turned before they could spill and ran toward the door, then out onto the sidewalk and was quickly gone....Karen put one arm around Laura's shoulders. "You don't have to tell me about it," she murmured. "She's stunning. Shockingly beautiful. I'm sorry it had to happen."Laura, in tears herself, turned to Karen. "But I care so much about you both!" she cried."I know. I know, baby."Karen pecked her on the cheek, not daring to express herself more deeply. The cabarets and honkytonks, their flashing signs inviteA broken heart to lose itself in the glow of city lights.This story reprises some of the characters and the locale from my earlier story, Hey, Joe! Thanks to techsan and Lady Cibelle for their editing help.SAN ANTONIO, TEXASI pushed the plate with the remnants of my filet out of my way, and sipped on the half glass of Riesling, sighing as I realized I hadn't really enjoyed the meal. Hell, for a fraction of the cost I might as well had had. ‘Ah, chocolate,’ remarked the captain as he lifted his spoon, ‘one of the many treasures the New World has to offer.’ Some of the other treasures the New World had to offer were exotic herbs from which the voodoo women on Hispanola prepared potent drugs. The chocolate dessert contained such a drug, which the cook had also placed in the stew he prepared for the rest of the crew. Within an hour everyone on the Roi du Soleil was in a deep sleep, where they would remain for twelve hours. After. Anyway, back to the story...I had an early appointment to get to so I stopped at the deli for coffee a bit earlier than usual. As I was walking out, Carla pulled into the parking lot. She parked in the corner of the lot and I went over to say hi. It was cold out and she asked if I had a few minutes to sit and chat. I said sure and got into her SUV.Once inside she put her hand between my legs and began squeezing my cock. "Almost better than coffee!" she exclaimed. My cock was hardening and I.