An inhuman sound rippled throughout the room. It sounded like a cartoon witch's laugh; comically loud or something done for a stage production. Nothing a real human should make. Yet, moments later the sound reverberated in the room again. My mind was hazy from the fantastic sex, the deep sleep, so it took a moment to realize what was happening. But as the crackle invaded my sanctuary for the third time in as many minutes, I solved the mystery: a drunk woman in the hotel's outdoor bar was laughing. A quick glance at the tableside clock showed it was a few minutes before 3 a.m. I shifted, extending my arm to see if the bed was empty, if Don had made promises he didn't intend to keep. Warm, hard flesh greeted my fingertips, and it was no effort to smile. Slowly, my hazel eyes adjusted to the limited light from the street lights outside and the imposing shape of a man was easy to make out inside the soft blankets covering us. Timidly, I trailed my fingers downward, feeling ev...
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