So we ended up going one weekend and checked in and found that our room was on two floors. It was a two story room and the second story was the bedroo...m and the first was like the kitchen, dinning area, and livingroom. So it was super nice except the weekend we went it rained the whole time so we never got to tour the city. We just stayed and used the pool and shit like that. Well with nothing really to do during the day we fucked... a lot! We did it everywhere in that place! Well our last day. I don’t know why, a customer started to call me Sarge one evening and it stuck, sort of. I run a little watering hole called The Silver Dollar Saloon, I inherited it when my folks died in a car crash. We sell good food and strong drink for a responsible price. We have a regular crowd that drops in as they see fit. The jukebox is always running, the dance floor is always open for a good time and the old piano is always in tune, even though no one has played it in years. It was toward the end of. ”“That’s brutal,” I said.“Since nearly all my driving is on the main corridor, the speed is eighty, so it’s not quite as long a day as it could be.”“Eighty?” Dad said. “Last time I was through there it was seventy.”“Infrastructure improvements,” Em said. “The road surface is so much better now, it’s safe to have a higher speed limit.”“Why are the roads better?” Pey asked innocently.“Hmm. You’re in fifth grade now, right? You should be learning about the Romans in history. The Romans were great. That ended up giving me lots of chances to spy on their sleeping friends and often do a lot more than just look when I got into my late teens and twenties.One of my first opportunities and babe that would become a favorite target, was Nina. She was about 5’2”, blonde, 18, with a nice butt. It was one of her first nights of a few months that she would be staying over and before going to bed she mentioned that she was so tired she was going to “sleep like a log”. I didn’t think anything more.