“I’m going to go shower now,” Stephanie blurted quickly, looking mortified. She turned, heaving her travel bag into the tiny bathroom, and pulle...d the door closed behind her.“You really okay with that, Brian?” Kelly asked, kicking off her skate-shoes and looking for a place to sit. “She might fuck up the hotel towels with all that pink.”“If they bill me, they bill me,” Brian shrugged, “Couple years back my friend Emily did a Grimoire Saint cosplay, was this... all over textured gray body-paint. They hated it. It really pissed them off. They all figured that it was some malicious immature sub-talented "author", to use the term loosely. They were discussing ways to alleviate the problem."I say let's string 'em up by their figurative balls!" exclaimed the skinny guy who went by the name of Dick Weed, one of the affected authors in the room. "Not their literal balls, not even their conceptual nuts, but merely their figurative ones. Although, for some reason, I kind of think that the. When I got there I noticed that her breathing changed but I didn’t push it and I continued to dry her lovely little legs and feet. Then I moved to June and repeated the procedure. The only difference was that when I started on Junes buttocks she open her legs a bit so that I could dry between them. Only briefly! The half view of a lovely cameltoe! Jilly was next and she was almost exhibitionist – if that’s possible lying on your stomach. Let me tell you that my erection wasn’t going away!I told. You'll have to talk to the man that owns the rail cars," Kip told him."Well," Harvey said, drawling the word out to at least three syllables. "When do you reckon I can meet him?" I'd say now would be good. Mr. Newman, this is Mr. Wagner, the owner of the Rowena," he said as he indicated me.He looked me over as if he were appraising livestock before he said, "Well, ya don't rightly look old enough to own a purdy set of rail cars like that. But I've done seen stranger things. Well, what'd ya say.