My brother wasn’t looking for an answer though. I think he might have thought I was really asleep. I heard footsteps approach and the side of my bed... sank in. “Let’s see what we have hear.” He said to himself. My right eye peaked a little and I saw a sweat over his brow, there was a beer can in his hand but with the blur in my eye I couldn’t make it out which brand. I closed my eye as I waited. I heard a loud thud as my brother slammed the beer can next to my bed table, while a hand came over. ”“I'm the same way,” I told him. “I do recognize a few guys I met at Clyde's place at different times, but don't know anyone's name. Except yours.”He looked at me. “Yeah. I'm the same way. And I'm sorry but I don't really remember yours, either. But you do look familiar.”“Yes,” I said. I told him my first name. “We met a Clyde's about a year, year-and-a-half ago. Had a good time.”Roger chuckled. “Yeah. Always good times at Clyde's place.” He busied himself looking at the funeral home handout. After they broke apart the companions mounted and rode off into the mid-afternoon, turning and waving to the girl until they were out of sight. Then Terence and Joanna joined eyes, and their mutual gaze spoke of a deepened affection and a shared regret at leaving Rosie. Terence drew a deep breath. ‘Well my dear companion, we are back on the road. And tonight we will sleep under the stars again, which should suit you. How long it seems already since that first eventful night!’ Joanna smiled. I can't resist a man with a generous wallet." Her laugh sends tingles down his spine; it's mischievous and inviting, but so seemingly innocent he questions the validity of her claim. "Ah, so you like rich men?"Again she laughs, "I'm just kidding. As long as you're good in bed, I don't care about the condition of your wallet."Now his dick is really taking notice of the petite nympho. "Another round for the lady and myself," he ask the bartender.The smirk is back on her face, enjoying the fact.