We gave Sam and Marilyn the option to stay if they wanted, but they decided they'd join us; the by-play between them gave me a pretty good indication ...why. So the four of us took the limo back to our hotel.We said our very brief good nights in the lobby, and Cam and I snagged the penthouse elevator for our trip up to what we expected—at least I know I did—would be a pretty short rest of the night. I was really tired, and she was looking ready for bed as well. That lasted until the elevator door. Rudy: Yawn. Sandy: Are you tired now? Do you want to go to sleep? Rudy: Yeah, unless you can visualize something first, something that will keep me awake. Sandy: What? Rudy: My cock, and your mouth, wide open. Sandy: …blushing… Rudy: What are you going to do, if I’m suddenly standing there next to you? Sandy: I’m going to suck your cock, and then you’re going back home and going to sleep. Sandy felt the slight shift, as the real world slipped into the Dream State. She looked around her in. The offer to look after Nigel had been rash and yet Fiona had accepted it without demur. He wondered, apprehensively, what she would tell her children about him. And then there was Sheila. She would undoubtedly realise there was something up and she would immediately start to compare him with her brother. Hank could have kicked himself for getting into such a mess.He rang Barbara. When she had finished laughing at his predicament and teasing him she said, "Relax, Hank. If this affair is going. I told her not to be silly. I would be fine and that they should continue to enjoy the evening. Jim called out and wished me well as soon as possible. I went back to the window. Jim was saying how it was too bad I wasn't feeling good, but now Beth had her chance to see the whole package. All she had to do was ask. Beth blushed and seemed to hesitate for a second. She took a quick glance towards the kitchen door. She seemed to make up her mind and told Jim he'd have to put his money where his.