He got up and came over and sat next to us. I see you met my girl here he said. She is a little upset at me so to I gotta buy her stuff to get her on ...my good side again. But you see I gots no money so I figured you guys are going to help me out as one of the other guys sat next to Marc. I knew he had a knife to his gut as he just stared at me. Marc said he had a few hundred dollars and that was all. Lamont laughed and said that aint gonna do it. He leaned over and kissed me hard as his hand. Things like coasters, mugs, hats... all sorts. We manufacture for companies that sell on to corporations. Keith is my partner.We have to travel a lot for the business. Trade-shows all over the country. Ever since the start-up we've been struggling to make a profit so we've cut costs wherever we can. Like sharing a hotel room when we're on the road. Twin-beds, of course. That was working out fine until our assistant screwed up and failed to book us a room. When we got to the hotel hosting the. My first try was that it never happened before. It was an accident. No matter what I said, Felicia wasn't buying it. Women's intuition seemed to have given her the impression this had been going on for a long time. She just wasn't willing to believe it. Now she had no choice.Most stories are not complete until revealing the hidden secrets. In this case, there is more to the story than was apparent at the time. On a Saturday afternoon when Felicia was at the library researching manuscripts,. I became an ardent fan of aunt Shari's cooking. Shit-meatloaf could not have tasted better. We finished the large jug of cocktail. We watched some inane movie and were ready for bed.Aunt Shari, Libby, Buster and grandpa went together. Uncle Tom, Harry and I slept together. We hardly slept. Uncle Tom had been dreaming of fucking me for some time and he refused to let me sleep even when I was half unconscious. I must have passed out three times but uncle Tom and his pet Harry kept on fucking me.