Just because I’d shit my pants doesn’t mean I’m like them! My head hurt so bad I wondered if I’d had a hemorrhage. My cotton-mouth was so dry ...I’d have considered drinking urine. The dried vomit on my clothes, face and hands was repulsive. The sticky wad in my shorts, running down the back of my legs, was horrible. If I could ever find a shower, I may never leave it. Around 10 am they opened the cell and processed us all out. I was miles from my pickup, on the streets outside the Denver City. She’d always like kind Mr Anderson. He’d been a widower when her family had moved in several years back, but she wasn’t sure why a silver fox like him couldn’t marry again if he liked. He was still quite tall and stood upright, and seemed healthy enough, not ailed in body or mind. But perhaps he hadn’t found the opportunity, or maybe his first marriage was horrible, and he didn’t want to chance it again.‘Wow!’ Molly said when faced with the yard. There were gnomes, large frogs, lady bugs,. Olaf never even stirred. i know i did wrong... but... now i'm feeling guilty and yet excited. i've never stolen anything more than the occasional pen from work, that sort of thing. This was different... dead exciting, worrying too as i thought about what i'd do if Olaf had woken up as i was doing it. Anyway, now i've told you, what do you think? What should i have done?So, i left his room and took the lift down to the foyer. By now it was deserted apart from a young lad behind the porter's desk. “You are quite beautiful, Miss.” He moved close and took her arm, leading her back to the fire and the seductive island music. Then, with the barest hint of reality intruding, I called to my wife. “Darlin’, we don’t know these guys…you need something if you think it’ll go all the way…” She turned back towards me, her arm around Junior’s waist…I could see his fingers starting to slip into the top of her panties…then, loud enough for all to hear, “Baby, why don’t you run to the bar (there was a.