But music wasn't everything here: Our waitress proved to be exceptional in demonstrating the hula-hoop. Who knew what else was in store for us?I drain...ed the last of my first tropical drink and took a leisurely glimpse of my surroundings. The club's décor was mostly a collection of '70s remnants that just as well might be in a display case at the Smithsonian's Museum of American History. A ledge above the front bar was lined with lunch boxes and board games that few who lived through that. ”She stacked the papers, turned off the TV. “Are you going to make love to me?”“Whatever my queen desires.”“I desire you. I think I’m clean enough tonight.”“If not we’ll find other nice things to do.”I love to kiss her lovely lips and could never get enough. I licked her to several climaxes. She wanted more. Last night I took her from behind but tonight I wanted to be in the traditional missionary position so I could kiss her. She opened her legs and I had no trouble going all the way. Don’t even dare to think of changing a thing. And I plan to take advantage of you after the party."“You might not want to wait that long,” she said, with a glint in her eye.I wasn’t sure what she meant by that but figured I would find out shortly.Gary and Sharon’s home was a beautiful one-story home on the side of a sloping hill in the foothills of California’s Coast Range Mountains that essentially defined the western edge of Silicon Valley. It had a beautiful view and an exterior deck that. ‘God damn you, we need bandages and bearers here! Jok take care of them and if anyone here isn’t here to help, tell them to go back to the camp,’ the man looked down and Hawk and smiled grimly. ‘Well Mr Masterson you’ll have a few scars but you’ll live laddie. As long as you don’t bleed to death. By God laddie that was something I have never seen before a naked man except for a knife killing a full-grown healthy leopard. Jok where are those bearers!!’ As the man called out his question Hawk.