But that's another story so back to the story at hand, where we find Kyp drinking yet another mug of Norvanian grog."That expensive stuff tastes like ...mud." Marek was saying to Kyp, but Kyp was allready slipping half a galaxy away as the potent effects of the beverage where slowly starting to consume him.Karneke was growing wary that Kyp in the state he was slowly getting himself into could prove troublesome, especially when half the patrons of the Mos Eisley cantina were very unsavory to say. She asked, "Five or seven days a week?" Seven days a week," Dave answered. "Our guy will have sex with a couple actresses each day, but not with the same actress every day. We're hoping that no two days will be the same."Nodding her head in understanding, she asked, "Will I have to be in the house all day, everyday?" Well, not really. The actor has a full time job, so there won't be much for you to do while he's at work. You will need to live in the house," Dave answered."I'm going to college. I was thinking that maybe that evening I’d be getting lucky but close to the end of the Friday work day she sent me a text and asked if it would be ok if she went out for drinks with some of the girls from work. Sure, why not was my response. “I love you and I’ll see you when you get home.” She giggled and hung up. The hours pass and I begin to fall asleep on the couch. It’s 2am now and I hear the front door. She drunkenly stumbled in so I quickly helped her to bed. I tried to make her. .. oh my god... If you can just... oh yeah... right there... AHHHHHH!!!' And her head falls back onto the pillow as the throws of a third juicy orgasm take her over.Much to my dismay, after this 45 minute marathon session I am no closer now to popping off than I was when we started. So in the tradition of many women and in an effort to please my wife I figure payback is only fair, not to mention she has sprayed our bed enough that she would never know if I simply curse and grunt a few times.