Still cloudy from alcohol and Viagra, his mind refused to divulge its secrets. His only recourse was to be patient, to wait for the fog bank to lift. ...He eventually remembered playing guitar again after dinner. Lesson number two was another rhythm guitar style, this time using heavy-metal chords and riffs. He had wished he still had his long hair, it would have made for a more convincing display. Marla’s head banging was classic, her dark hair flying up and around her head. By then, the bourbon. I decided to fuck her first and lick her second, so I slid her up the mattress and lay between her legs. I kissed her tenderly and she pulled my head down and ground her mouth against mine.I slid my cock into her beautiful body via the fabulous entrance of her silky vagina and fucked her gently, then harder as she grabbed my buttocks and pulled me in."Elsa," I whispered, "You are a beautiful girl." Thank you," she said, "but you know that's not true." Well, forgive me for having an opinion," I. He started to speak but it's didn't really seem he was directing his words to her and his eyes were locked onto the card. He spoke slower than before, like he was trying too hard with each syllable. "Code Special Express 4591."She was about to think that's a strange thing to say, but she wasn't really thinking anymore, and besides, it wasn't nearly as strange as the way the room was getting darker and kind of blurry.When a normal light level returned, Stacy found herself seated — vaguely aware. “Good old Johnny got hisself shot tupping old man Arnold’s missus. Soldiers boarded up the store.”“It will be open tomorrow,” Theresa said. “I own it. Good old Johnny was my father and got exactly what he deserved. There will be no more arguments, boy. Give us our key and see to the luggage.”The desk clerk was so taken aback by Theresa’s imperious tone that he immediately provided the key and called a porter to take care of the trunks, promising they would be placed under lock and key. I.