She poked three holes in known weak points but Crimefighter only screamed and redoubled his berserk.“Neither is she!” Doctor Nightmares giggled. A...ction Girl was all the way up on her knees. Doctor Nightmares was all the way up in her hands. She leaned against him, looking down from his torso where she stroked him double handed between the valley of her breasts. They looked bigger than ever to Doctor Nightmares.“Don’t be gross.” Wicked Sharp wobbled on her heel. Damn! Feelings like electric. I didn’t press the issue further. I instead observed everything. There were speeches made, awards given, then a DJ came out, turning the event into a night club of sorts. Darius, his hands always on my body, led me around the room, chatting with his associates – all black men with white women dates.I had a few more questions, but Darius answered them before I asked.As the night went on, we danced, his erection bouncing all around my ass. Near the end of the evening, Darius pulled me against. His gaze darted from Michael to me, then he inspected the bathroom, looked under the beds, behind the curtains before coming to rest on my bed. His hands trembled as he removed a long heavy package from his sling bag. Ghammal is a small bald middle-aged Egyptian with a thin mustache. “Thank be to Allah, you’re here, Christine.” He pushed the packet into my hands. “Hide this, please.” He got up, took both my hands, kissed it and said: “Meet me tomorrow morning at ten in the Chamber of the Dead.. I handed her a can of soda and a box of donuts that I had gotten at the Convenience Store on the way over. She laughed.We sat in the car and ate as we talked. When I drove out from between the two vans and headed toward the building I looked in my rearview mirror. A woman got out of one of the vans. I smiled wondering if she had seen us. She probably had. What did she think about it? I decided to tell my wife about her and then I drove past her entrance and back around the parking lot to point.