So I've been staying at the hotel in Virginia for about three weeks now. As everyone's knows once a day the cleaning crew come around to clean the room and change out the linens. Well like I said before I've been here for a while now and the cleaning lady that comes by only speaks Spanish from what I can tell. You know...Trying to be polite and talk to her. Well, she comes by to clean the room and normally I'd leave go down to the gym or go outside. This time I'm doing some work on my laptop and decided to keep working. I figure that she not going to care and I'm gonna get some more work done.
So my desk is just a few feet from the bathroom door and she's in there grabbing old towels and spraying down the floor to mop it. So I'm working away and didn't realize that she watching me from the other room and like most men we scratch our selves. So she catches me taking care of bushiness and comes over to help me. Before I know it she reaching over to grab me and is brushing her chest across my face. Which is quite nice because she smell incredible and has zipped her uniform half way down with her other hand. She then reaches for my hand and places it inside her top. She's been working for a while so she's a bit warm and moist across her chest. By this point I'm getting a little worked up and starting to turn to stone down in my pants...So to speak. She's seeing this and gets a smile on her facing and pulls me up from the chair to walk into the bedroom...
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Jay/Vinny - whoever you are, you better not be joking on this!
+2 if not, -2 if so.
By the way, I think everyone wants to know, whats up with the name changes and the choices of names?
No||o oby??
Vinny??
Brother, you doing alright?
Ah, hell. I'll give you pints for a good story. No doubt that caught my attention, sorry girls. Guys ARE pigs!
Well, aside from your interpersonal bridges cracking or the beginnings of a major identity crisis, I have to say you might be spending a little too much time with yourself, Vinny...have fun though and pound her till her lights go out! Ha!
Whoaw! Ms Kitty, coming out with a biggy. Big Points, not the jab so much as the pictures it provoked. Very graphic. How, exactly, long would that take for the light to go out.
If you're clumsy like me, you could knock a lamp over getting to bed, in which case I haven't pounded anything yet. Or what if it was during a storm, and the lights went out, would that be the point.
Also, pound, maybe too large of a term to use generically for all men. What if you quarter pound-her? Is that like you kinda-pound-her? Or referring to british money, you don't pound her - ya nickel and dime the bitch! Or at least that's what she said it was worth.
And..... I got nothing.
Sorry Mom.
Sorry HP.
Sorry.
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