. and the used alcohol hit me ... my head split wide open and dribbled my brain out both ears ... but I didn't fall down."Mom, where's your Depends?" ...asked the 17 year old. There was a full Depends tangled up in the sheets at the foot of the bed ... my feet had just come from those sheets.It looked for all the world like a shack and I guess it was but there was a Motel sign I could see through the window.'Motel ... bathroom ... bathroom ... shitter ... shitter ... fuck... ' in between each. Thus it had taken a lot out of Ishmael."You should offer the man a drink Pedro," Ibrahim chided his former student. "Can't you see that the man is exhausted?"During the time that Ishmael had been busy below deck, questioning Esteban and their second suspect, Pedro had retired to his cabin aboard the Hawk and he had seen to his own needs. The young nobleman had bathed completely and he had shaved away the beard and moustache that had grown on his face while he had been away. Once he had done. "You won't put up with a girl who's all designer nails and trendy makeup and 'People Magazine'. You need me or somebody like me." Giggle. "Maybe Key." Have you met Key's parents?" Oh, yes," she said. "They came to see what sort of den of debauchery their daughter was inhabiting. They were relieved to find the other room occupied by a red-headed Norwegian Irish flute-player instead of a six foot six linebacker named Jamal. We all had dinner, and honestly, aside from a bit of pigment and Key's. Now whenever he watched his mother feed Ricardo one of her dusky-tipped nipples and lower her parted thighs onto his cock, Bobby would stroke and soak his stash of towels, lust mixing with envy of the handsome older man.He sighed, turning on his stereo to help him focus on his studies. It wouldn't be so bad, he mused, if his mother's freelance writing paid well enough for him to have a car. Then at least he could go out with some of his college classmates in the evenings.Some months later, when.