Then again, she must know, they all must know, that the hotel where I'm staying overlooks their windows from barely 20-feet across the courtyard. Even... without Marie's room number, I would have found her just by following the trail of notes from her cello through the labyrinth of impossibly dark and narrow corridors. She plays an old rock melody--Springsteen's "Jungle Land"--but with her own distinctive Jazz inflection. I can almost hear my flute picking up the melody line and reeling it back to. I was a cock slut. I was her cock slut and I liked it.“Not yet,” my wife said loudly as she pulled me off Gianni’s hard, throbbing dick. She moved Steve in front of me and smiled.My eyes traveled slowly over Steve’s hard athletic body. He looked much different than his Italian friend. He was tall and lean with taut rippled muscles. His body was more pale than Gianni’s and unshaven but he wasn’t naturally hairy. His cock was longer but thinner than the one which had just filled my mouth and he. ‘It’s not a bribe,’ she repeated. ‘Sheriff, y’all give and give everything y’all got, trying to keep us safe. I’m just trying to give back. That’s all.’ ‘You know, words gets out that cops eat free, this is going to be a blue bar,’ Dick smiled. ‘More than fine with me,’ Rosy laughed. ‘Ooh, I love me a man in uniform!’ ‘Been a while since I been in here, mind if I take a look around?’ Dick asked. ‘Be my guest,’ Rosy said, sweeping a hand out, indicating the building. ‘Look anywhere you feel. The captain led me to the desk and gave me a bill for half the damages and my wife’s fine. I asked for a bill for all the damages and explained that George worked for me and didn’t need the hassle. I said; “Knowing George, his wife is going to get a very large ration of shit about the fight because George saw and heard it all.”After I paid, they took me back to see Sandra, and I could not help but take out my cell phone and snap a picture. She had a cut over her right eye, a black and blue.