"Yes ma'am that will be $300 per night," the not very American looking man said to me. He actually looked a little like a middle eastern gentleman. I ...could feel my skin crawl a little. Screw him I thought. I decided to pay with cash, since I expected that he would doubt my credit card was for real. Cash usually worked well. The little clutch bag I carried at night, since we found the murder victim in the deserted factory, contained a money clip with very close to a thousand hundred dollars.Even. Sincerity dripped from her voice. I would have believed her myself and I knew what the deal was. "Remember what you were saying when you were trying to convince me to let that prick stick it up my rear-end?"In a sincere voice Bernie said, "Honestly, I don't." Well this was as good as you promised," Merry hummed."Jeez... that's wonderful. Did it hurt?" No, but I'm getting ahead of myself." There was a rustling sound, as if they were shifting around, getting more comfortable or perhaps closer. She smiled gently at him and said, ‘I want to feel your mouth on my cunt.’ They quickly packed up their stuff and made their way to find a hotel. There was an abundance of them around and they chose one and got themselves a room. They rushed up to the room and burst in through the door, again their lips were locked tight in a battle with tongues thrashing against each other and it wasn’t long before Jason had his hand up the back of Amy’s top un-hooking her bra releasing her perfect hand sized. I got Chaz a sticker for his lapel and we obediently waited for someone to escort us. A few minutes later we were back in the conference room, but Sue had the producer and an attorney with her. I introduced Chaz and proceeded to glance at and sign a set of forms: permissions, assignment of rights, assignment of funds (to the University), etc. Nothing looked "dangerous." The attorney took them off and returned with copies in a neat portfolio, shook my hand, nodded at Chaz, and left."Well," said.