If they are, then I’m going somewhere else. Oh, my name is David Jones. I happen to own the two large hotels in town. It is why they are upgrading s...chool and church groups to suites if the suites are just sitting empty. I don’t like people having to sleep on the floor when I have beds gathering dust. Plus, it is hard on the carpet. Feel free to call and ask them about me.”“Oh, just. Whatever,” the person seating people said.The manager was pissed that I called them on not doing their job.“Hey,”. “Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no holds barred match. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was. The acronym for Fiat was true, “Fix It Again Tony”. The result was that I was often at their house. Stacy was almost a complete image of her mother except that she was still carrying baby fat and was a few inches taller than her mom. She definitely was built like her mother, although I’d never seen her mom in anything but proper attire, be it at work or home, but both had big tits. Whether my car was at their house or not, Stacy would often just come over to my house unannounced. If I wasn’t. "Hiya Roommate! It's Eden now isn't it?" "Hi good-looking." Someone else said. He slapped the former Joe on the shoulder. "Surprised to see us, huh?" "You could say that." Eden chuckled. Since most of our graduation class was back here, we decided to come back for the big announcement." The woman glowed. "We'd hope you'd throw me a surprise baby shower. Not too much of a surprise though, since I want to look good." "You got a point there." Joe smiled. He made the arrangements, calling the girls.