I had a hunch its owner had red hair.Wiping the sweat off my brow, I walked down the hall on the thirteenth floor. "Gory Gorman never runs from a chal...lenge," I kept repeating under my breath. Dammit, I hated the nickname "Gory." It was what my childhood tormentors used to taunt me with when I'd turn down a dare. "Gory, Gory, 'fraid he'll be sorry." It was why I've landed in deep doodoo so often in my adult life. Crazy courage -- that was what I was about. "I won't run. Not this time. Not even. When he rose, he headed toward the lavatory, but Stevie pulled him back."Where do you think you're going, little lady?" To the bathroom, to clean up and take these clothes off." Uh Uh." She had that smile, again. "You may have climaxed, sweetie, butyou need to keep your husband happy, too."Gerry looked down at his nightie and his breasts contained within andtried to work out how he was going to satisfy his wife with his penisstill imprisoned in the girdle/baby-belt.He looked back up at Stevie. All around her room there were golden tropheys for cheer leading competitions and he was surprised. "You do cheer leading, Yume?" He asked, looking around curiously. "Yes! I do!" She smiled and then she almost tackled him and wrapped her around around him, pressing her face deep in his strong stomach. He almost yelped and was taken back a few steps from her impact and his back closed the door shut. "Kaito..." She whispered. He looked down at her. "I like you." She said, prouder this time but. We spent most of the day on the beach and after a cooling shower I put on a pair of old soccer shorts and a raggedy tank top. Not exactly the kind of clothes I considered part of my dress to impress collection. I didn’t pack much, I made the mistake of packing more bikinis than actual clothes. I found a nicer tank top, a pair of jean shorts and clean underwear. Just in case.I raced through my hair, make up and just as I pulled on the shorts the doorbell rang.As Ashley opened the door, I peeked.