My friend the boom-box is now singing about Casey Jones, who better watch his speed and the girl is awake. I place her breakfast in front of her: a la...rge portion of scrambled eggs with cheese, three slices of bacon and a glass of orange juice. ‘Do you want Tabasco?,’ I ask. ‘That’s okay,’ she says with the accent of a Southern lady. I sit on my bean bag and eat my own primitive feast, carefully not thinking about my dilemma. Nonetheless, my inner reptile is contemplating my move, which will. You are sooo hard, I need to taste it. I put the tip in my mouth & savor your pre cum. You thrust your hips & I take more of you in.I get up & I say “how is it so far… should I stop”?You look pleading at me and shake your head no.I tell you to get up and bend over the couch, I unzip the back of the skirt. I pull it off along with your thong. I give each cheek a couple of love slaps and I spread them & begin to rim you as I message your ball & stroke your cock. You push back on my mouth & moan.. Arjun took the sprite and mixed three drinks. I picked up one for myself and handed one to Priya. She patted the side of the bed, indicating that I should sit beside her. She took my hand in hers and began sort of reading my palm.A moment later she smiled at me and said, “if I’m not badly mistaken, you’re a Libra, twenty-nine or thirty years old, you like cricket and all kinds of sex. You are very virile and have a larger-than-average cock.” I smiled and nodded my head. I couldn’t keep my eyes. A few minutes before 1100 the girls, the boys and I made our way through the tunnel back to the house to watch Hanna’s program. We ate lunch as we watched.At the end I breathed a sigh of relief; the editing had been reasonable and I did not come off as overbearing or a dunce. Over all I was happy. I was sure that there would be more requests for interviews now, but I intended to do no more.The four of us talked about the radio station going out of business. We talked about if there was any.