That should be fun. We can go to one of the big movie theaters up there, and we’ll look to see if we can see a Cardinal baseball game.”Trish added..., “I’ll call Dad and find out what hotel we should stay at while we are up there. He’ll know, as he has to stay over often.”It was set. We would all go to St. Louis for this mystery interview. It was decided that instead of leaving here at five in the morning, we would go up Wednesday evening and stay at the hotel. That way I could go to my. Closing down any place is the same. You count the cash, check the computer, report how much people fucked up, sign a few bags drop it in a safe, count some shit, and go home. It takes a manger and an employee. Or if you’re the friend of a manger who needs to get laid on friday night it takes you and the new girl. I pulled the tray counted the money and faked two signatures while she cleaned up. Great thing about counting money by yourself is you just have to make sure it comes out close enough. He dropped his towel too and we stood there gazing at each other. Your body is amazing he said as he starred at my bobs and freshly waxed pussy. His cock started to stiffen as I looked at it and replied how thick and veiny it looked. He was a very big boy. 10 thick fat inches of pleasure stood proudly erect in front of me. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, slowly pulling his foreskin back to reveal his shiny tip. He was so amazingly thick and hard in my mouth. He was absolutely. "I vaguely remember the shrapnel and that I pulled it out of my ass but I was in a hell of a lot of pain so I continued the complaints, "Shit Banzai! Can't you give me something for pain?"Banzai leaned down and whispered, "Jack, the morphine combined with all the other drugs you'd taken did a number on you. Sorry about this, but for right now you're going to have to man up and tough it out."The Butterbar remarked, "I think that's our chopper..."I interrupted, " ... What fucking chopper is.