“Thank you for taking care of me.” She said in a wavering voice.“Anything for you baby, you know that.” I responded.She smiled at me and yawne...d. GAWD alcoholic puke breath! Thankfully she settled back to sleep. She was brushing her teeth before we kissed again.I got up and started making coffee. I thought about last night and I had some concerns. I am all about having a good time. But seeing the terrible life choices my sister made while drinking probably made me overly sensitive about things.. It was past dusk, of course, so that my nest would not roast in the sunlight.As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open palm against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish. Charlene was turning out to be the easiest lay I’d ever had. She was an easy fuck!I took her gorgeous head in my hands and pumped her mouth for several minutes. She was so good at giving head that I knew I would shoot off if I didn’t stop.“Charlene, why don’t you get on the bed? If you keep that up, I’ll cum.”“But don’t you want to cum in my mouth? I want to taste you.”She didn't wait for me to answer but went right back to sucking me off. I said, “What the hell,” to myself, held her head. And deciding to stay."I didn't mean it harshly and I don't think Julie took it that way. If she did, she hid it well."I know," she told me softly. "The last week has been a disaster. I advertised the condo a couple of months ago. I had two really good buyers. Then the condo association said no to each of them. They weren't the Ken and Barbie types so the association said they wouldn't fit it."I can't believe they let me stay after Armando was gone."I was the first time I had heard the.