Chapter 6
The KC-135 touched down at Clark Air Force Base, the Philippines, and taxied to a specially guarded apron of the runway. Its cargo of highly top-secret monitoring equipment was rechecked by the crew. Assured that everything was in order, they shut down the engines and boarded the bus that would take them to Flight Operations. Doug shoved his overnight bag under the seat and sat next to Bob.
"What happened during the refueling?" Bob asked.
Doug shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, they had a new boy working in the boom. He was a little nervous, so we jacked the plane around to meet him. He was off target, the ass, that's all."
Their plane had been serviced in flight, and they discussed the timing of those maneuvers while they rode to the terminal. After checking in, they routinely got a room at the Officer's Quarters.
"Well, are you going to lay Manila on me now, too?" Bob shouted above the noise of the shower. Doug slid back the shower door and shook his head, "no!"
"Captain, I'm in the dark, just like you. I've never been here. Sorry." Doug resumed bathing.
They cleaned up and went to the mess hall for dinner. While they were eating, Doug gave him a rundown of their situation.
"Tonight's gonna be our only stab at Manila, old buddy! Tomorrow we take off for Southeast Asia. We'll be working our asses off monitoring communications. Then we come back to Hawaii for two days. Then home. So, we've got one fling."
Bob showed some concern in his voice, "Where do we look? Just ask some kid on the street?"
Doug's reply was forceful, "Hell no! That's a good way to get bushwhacked and robbed. We'll ask the base taxi driver. Those guys usually know where the action is."
On the ride to the town, their driver suggested the Club Palms for an easy pick-up. With a liberal tip for the information, he dropped them there. It was located on the main drag of downtown Manila and seemed to be doing a good business.
Doug grinned. "If I can't find us a piece of action in a place like this, Cap'n, then there ain't no ass to be had in Manila!"
They walked in and took a booth by the wall. After ordering drinks, they surveyed the place. Two adjacent walls were lined with booths and a sprinkling of tables surrounded by a small dance floor. The bar ran the entire length of the wall opposite them. It was crowded with customers. Most of the booths and tables were filled, but it was too early, yet, for the band to be playing. Within minutes Doug and Bob both were exchanging glances with two girls at the table nearest them. One of them was American, but the other was obviously a very gorgeous native.
"Which one do you want?" Doug leaned closer.
Bob again inspected the spoils. "I'll take the white one. You deserve a change of pace!" They both laughed lustily. Doug went to the bar for another round of drinks. He stopped at the table to check what the girls were drinking. They were eager to make his acquaintance, so when he brought back the cocktails, he motioned for Bob to join them at their table.
"Let's get the introductions out of the way," Doug commanded mockingly. "I'm Doug Mitchell and this is Bob Franklin."
The American girl spoke up. "My name is Joy Thomas. This is Juanita Marcos."
They exchanged brief histories. Joy was an army brat, her father was a colonel stationed at Clark. Juanita worked as a maid in the Thomas home. Joy was exposing her to some no-good night life! The men shot the bull about their jobs, making themselves out to be some kind of spies. The girls were impressed. A short while later the band showed up, and they all danced for about an hour. Bob noticed that Joy came on a little strong on the dance floor. She laid her platinum blonde head on his shoulder and really snuggled with him. Juanita was quickly getting over her shyness as both the booze and Doug's charm worked on her. When Bob had enough to drink, his courage rose. While they all talked, he put a hand on Joy's knee. She kept right on talking, never missing a beat. Bob caressed the silkiness of her stockings, then ran his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh. He saw her shiver a little. When he reached the top of her leg, he drew figures on her thigh, just beneath the crotch. Shivering again, she still didn't protest, so he lightly brushed the mound of hair through her pantyhose. She rested her head on his arm and let him continue. He couldn't get at her cunt because of the pantyhose, so he contented himself with stroking the jutting bush through the cloth. She let her legs fall apart, and Bob covered her pussy with his hand, squeezing the lips of it tightly. Joy had her eyes closed, so he knew that she was digging the attention he was giving her.
Doug knew what was going on under the table, by the couples facial expressions but he didn't want to try that with Juanita. He couldn't judge her desires that easily. So, Doug cleared his throat and spoke, "Say, isn't there someplace we can go for a little private party? I'm gettin' awfully bored by that hillbilly band."
They all nodded their agreement. Joy had her car and suggested that they go for a drive with a few bottles of booze to keep them warm. When she said warm, she winked at Bob and he got her message loud and clear. With Doug and Juanita in the back seat they drove to the countryside, away from downtown. As they drove they all took turns gulping down mouthfuls of the native whiskey they'd bought at the club. It took very little to send them all higher than the sky.
After drinking and driving for over an hour Joy pulled off the road and followed what looked like an old cattle trail. The car bounced along the grassy path for a few hundred yards, then Joy steered to a grove of trees. When the car was completely hidden by the foliage, she turned off the ignition.
"Let's you and me take a little walk," Bob said to Joy.
They got out of the car. Joy stuck her head in the back window and spoke in Filipino to Juanita. Both girls roared with laughter, and Juanita shook her head yes. The native girl was pretty drunk when Bob and Joy disappeared into the trees.
Doug and Juanita polished off their jug of hooch with a couple of deep swallows. Doug tossed the empty jug out of the car and then put his arm around Juanita's shoulders. "Not a word of English huh? Well, I guess we'll just have to use braille then," he sneered.
He slid his hand under her chin, and bringing her head back, he kissed her lightly. Her response surprised him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and returned his kiss with passion. In seconds their tongues were touching. Doug slid his over her teeth. Juanita let her jaw go slack, and Doug plunged his tongue into her mouth. She drew on it like a nipple, letting his saliva dribble out of the corners of her mouth. She ran her tongue in circles around his. Doug let his hands ravage freely over her body. He caressed her breasts tenderly. She only moaned softly at the back of her throat and held him tighter. His hand fell into higher parts of her lap, then glided down between her thighs to grasp the material of her flimsy cotton dress. She wasn't wearing any panties and the white of her skin stood out against the dark of the back seat. He smoothed the crotch with one finger. Juanita wriggled her ass, pushing off the car seat to meet his hand. He worked a finger under the cloth and rubbed the lips of her pussy. The bristly hair prickled against his probing digit. He forced his tongue farther into her mouth, but she pulled back and whispered in Filipino.
Doug shrugged his shoulders. Juanita pointed to the bulge in his pants. She was playing it cute, but Doug was an old hand at this kind of game. He quickly unbuckled his belt. With the zipper down he raised his butt up and slid his pants to his ankles. His hardened cock sprang from his underwear as he pushed the shorts down too. Juanita grabbed the meaty cock and gasped at its size. She fondled his prick tenderly as Doug undid the buttons on his shirt.
Soon, he was naked, then he turned his attentions to Juanita. Her long black hair covered her shoulders. He brushed it aside and untied the single drawstring at the back of her neck. As the dress fell open, he gazed at her naked tits. Her back was a flawless expanse of olive-colored skin. He rubbed her shoulder blades working the dress all the way down. It dropped to a bunch in her lap. Her small tits were sticking straight out in tight mounds.
Doug turned her around so that she was stretched out on the seat of the car across his lap, facing him. He then pulled her against him. They kissed eagerly as their naked chests ground together. His cock was flattened against her hip as she sprawled in his embrace. With his free hand he worked her dress down to her legs. Next, it fell to her feet. She was now clad only in a little g-string and her skin felt like silk to his touch.
Juanita was heating up fast and kept flicking her tongue repeatedly across his lips. Doug caressed her ass cheeks, running his fingers along the indentation of her crack. Hooking a finger in the material's waist he yanked it down to her knees with a savage pull. Juanita opened as wide as she could to accommodate him. He curled the hair at the top of her pussy, then sent his finger slipping down the slit. Her cunt was tight, not at all flabby, and Doug kneaded the hairy lips until they were quivering with excitement.
Juanita kicked off the g-string and spread completely out, as Doug worked her cunt open in his hand. The moist flesh yielded to his probes and female odors filled his nostrils. He stuck a finger into her hole and pushed it all the way up. Juanita started babbling softly, encouraging his every move.
They shifted their willing bodies and she grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. With one arm still around the back of his neck she planted a fierce kiss on his mouth as she quickly squeezed his engorged root. His finger was frigging her faster. They were both caught up in the grips of arousal as they attended to each other's sexual needs. Doug wanted it more than he could ever remember. He slid across to sit at her feet. He pushed both the front seats forward and posted Juanita's legs in strategic positions. She was flat on her back, now, with one leg over the front seat, and the other bent at the knee, her ass lifting off the seat.
Doug surveyed the dark patch of hair between her legs. Her cunt was burning and she pulled on him to mount her. He jockeyed into the small area he had to work with. It was cramped, but he got his hard prick down to the lips of her pussy. She reached between her own legs and aimed his rod at her willing hole. Slowly thrusting forward he penetrated the slit and inserted the head of his tool in her twat.
She was really tight down there, so Doug inched in a little, then pulled back. He covered himself with her love juices for better lubrication and then started his full fucking motions. They didn't have room to lay on top of each other, so Doug braced his arms on the front seat ledge and the back seat ledge. Juanita moved a little to give him more room, and then he really started to go to town. The tight little pussy stretched and gripped. Doug's balls hanging loose slapped against her ass with every thrust. Juanita felt like she was being torn open with each drive of the huge prick into her. She petted his stomach and hips as he fucked her. The feel of his hairy skin was strange to her and excited her even more.
The walls of her cunt were burning with erotic friction. Her pussy hair was drawn into her box by Doug's meat. The pinching sensation made her raise her hairy-hole to meet him every time he moved in. Doug's head was swimming. He'd never screwed such a firm cunt. His dick was mashed and worked over by the tiny aperture. He could feel his balls straining to unload his wad. Their tempo increased. Juanita was bouncing wildly on the seat. She began shouting in Filipino. She pinched her hard nipples and shook from the approaching orgasm. like jolts of electricity coursing through her midsection, the contractions came. Her twat pumped Doug's prick even tighter as she spent. Doug blew a load of hot come into her box, then lost control as Juanita threw her ass up to him.
His pulsating cock popped out from between her legs and streams of hot juices splattered on her belly. The milky fluid ran down her hips as Doug's rod emptied itself on her. The car jerked a little from their bouncing motions. In a few seconds the burst of coming had passed. Juanita pulled herself to a sitting position and Doug flopped on his ass next to her. She grabbed him around the waist and hugged him closely. He let out a sigh as he straightened her shiny hair on his shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
"What did you say to Juanita?" Bob asked as Joy led him through the dark woods. "Did you tell her to be a good girl?" They both laughed drunkenly. "No," Joy said, "I told her to screw the pants off him." Bob laughed at her honestly and smiled thinking of Doug in the car with that other girl. He wondered what it would be like to screw a girl who couldn't speak English.
They came to a small clearing in the trees. Moonlight poured through the towering limbs giving the patch of grass a ghostly aura.
"Have you been here before?" Doug asked.
Joy smiled very coyly. She didn't answer him, though. She stepped back a few paces and reached to unclasp her dress. With an agile snap the clothing crumbled at her feet. Standing in the moonlight wearing just a bra, panties, and pantyhose she looked like a Goddess. A shadow was formed between her tits where the cleavage spilled from the material. Her blonde hair had a brightness of its own, giving her head the appearance of being surrounded by a halo. Bob's breath caught in his throat. He had never seen such a vision of sexual delight.
Joy knew the effect her body was having on Bob. It did that to all the men she brought here. She wriggled out of her pantyhose. Certainly, and very slowly, she unhooked her brassiere. Without letting it fall from her shoulders she slid her hands around to cup the material under her jugs. She worked her arms through the straps but still held the cups of cloth over her fleshy mounds. With a practiced movement Joy pushed her arms together as her bra fell to the ground of the forest.
Her breasts rose magnificently between her crossed arms. She stood for a few moments, then bent over to remove her panties. Her breasts swayed free of her arms and bounced lightly as they pointed to the ground. The nipples were hard knots at the ends of her pearly white boobs. When she stood erect again she was naked. Bob's first thought was that her pussy was shaved, but in the light of the moon he could see a lush, pure blonde triangle of fur. He was more aroused than he had been back in Hawaii watching Lana and Jill undress each other. Joy was like a sensual creature of the forest, naked to his gaze. She pirouetted on her toes and danced like a ballerina. Her body was perfect from the shape of her legs, past the jutting orbs of her ass, to the beautiful tits touched by long blonde hair. She walked over to a tree stump and stepped up on the pedestal.
"Take off your clothes and come and eat me," she ordered him.
Bob never felt that she was degrading him. He was almost hypnotized from her undressing and posing. He shed his clothes to free his stiffened tool. He could feel a heartbeat in his groin, he was so hard already. Padding softly on the downy carpet of green he approached this statue come to life. She towered over him. He lowered his head slightly and brought his lips to her silky cunt. She placed her hands on his head and pushed it into her bush. Moving gently side to side, his mouth rubbed across the hair cleft of her cunt. He grabbed tufts of blondeness and slid his lips in, wetting the hard skin on top of her triangle. She stopped her motions, and Bob lapped his tongue up and down her slit. Her cunt lips glistened to spread her cunt open. Bob grabbed her naked hips and before him. He worked his tongue between the lips and tasted her salty femininity. His mouth sucked around her hole, pulling at the swelling flesh. He hungered to touch her completely. She spread her legs, and he snaked his tongue into her wet orifice. She weakened as her legs bent steadied his head between her legs. His tongue was darting in and out now. He swallowed the drops of honey, then went thirstily in for more. Her pussy was wetting itself and Bob tasted the glowing flow. Suddenly Joy forced his head up to her clit. Bob's eyes bugged out as he saw the bud of pleasure jutting out from between its covering laps. Her clitoris was a full inch long! It looked like a tiny penis. Bob had never seen such an organ on any woman. He kissed the pink knob. Joy shuddered. He licked it like a piece of candy, and she sagged against his shoulders in uncontrollable pleasure. When he drew the swollen clit into his mouth and sucked it lightly, Joy pushed his head away and jumped to the ground to lay on her back in the grass. Bob returned to the delicious bud and slid it in and out of his mouth. He thought, so this is what it feels like to give a good blow job. So this was what it was like to suck a girl off, just like he was doing to Joy. He could genuinely feel that clit harden even more from his mouth action, now. Joy was writhing on the ground like a wild animal. She was oblivious to Bob and everything around them. Her eyes were closed tightly, as her crotch erupted in a blazing fast orgasm. Bob never let the clit fall from his mouth as he sucked the spasms from her body. Long after he would normally have stopped, she wanted him to keep sucking her. Her first orgasm passed and she built right up to another one. This time, however, she wanted it to be different.
As she approached the peak of her pleasure, Joy pulled Bob on top of her and seemed to suck his prick right into her cunt. He melted into the gooey wetness. The warmth of her juice enveloped his rock-hard dick. He could feel his pubic hair slapping against her protruding clit each time he raked into her. Her cunt was like a mouth. It had a suction that brought Bob to the point of orgasm, dizzily, in only a few minutes. He wanted to wait, to screw her proper, but she was again in control of the situation. Her second orgasm was starting, and she drove Bob to his at the same time. She licked his mouth, lapping at it hungrily. Her hands gripped at the cheeks of his ass, rolling the flesh in circles. She leaned to the side probing in his ears with her dripping tongue. All the while, her pussy was pumping frantically. Bob's will dissolved in the face of this assault. He twitched as globs of hot come shot into the blonde honey-pit. His grinding crotch worked a pattern of lines like claw marks into the flesh on his back. She swung her left leg up to encircle his midriff and humped her twat furiously as Bob's load filled her. Gasping for breath, Joy's hips kept driving even as Bob's cock started to go limp. She stopped only when his sopping wet tool fell from between the grips of her pussy lips. He laid on her and they kissed for a long time as the night breeze cooled the sweat off their bodies. Bob finally rolled off the smiling girl to lay on his back by her side.
"Is it the booze, or you, that's makin' my head swim?" Bob asked.
"I hope it's me," Joy replied.
Bob turned to look at her. "Joy, you're the best, bar none!"
But her answer didn't surprise him at the least, considering what he'd just been through. She stretched like a wild cat and said, "Honey, I can't get enough of it! Ever since I can remember sex has been the only thing on my mind. When I was a kid, I was crazy about masturbating in my room at night. I'd use the bedposts, my teddy bear, or anything else that'd send me off. One night I spied on my folks and found out what it was all about. Man, that was something! My old man was rammin' my Mom, and I shoved three fingers up my snatch and came the same time she did.
"When I got into high school, I started looking for it first thing. Bob, before long I had 'em waitin' in line to lay it on me. It was great! After a while I got tired of the young kids, though. My old man, big in the Army, made it easier to find bigger dicks. A military base is the best stud farm in the world. Every guttsy guy you see is checkin' you out, raping you in his mind. I've had one orgy after another, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Her frankness made Bob feel uneasy. She talked about sex so openly that he was tempted to tell her things about his problems with his wife. She seemed like the type who would probably have plenty of advice on the subject, but Bob decided that she probably would be turned off if he started mentioning Judy. After all, she didn't bring him here to listen to some sob story.
"Hey! Where are ya' goin'? " Joy asked playfully, as she ran her fingers through his hair, matted on his chest. "You looked like you were a thousand miles away, just then."
"Oh, I was just thinking about something," Bob offered lamely.
Joy would not be put off so easily. "Yeah? What?"
"Your big jugs!" Bob yelled. His lie had the desired effect on Joy. She grinned and rolled over to lay on top of him. They wrestled in the grass, delighting in the feel of skin on skin. They took turns flopping over on each other and moved back and forth across the patch of grass.
Joy's arousal from the horseplay was soon in coming. In minutes her clit was sticking out again, and she rubbed it harshly on Bob's body as they jostled about. This was her way of building up for sex. She'd let her mammoth clitoris drive her wild, then screw only when she couldn't stand the waiting any longer. That's why she loved being eaten and sucked down there. With a heave she pushed up from Bob and lurched forward to sit on his face. Her knees had his shoulders pinned to the ground, but he didn't mind it at all. Joy's bush was still oozing from the pink hole. Joy lowered herself on his mouth and before he could move, forced him to begin eating the creamy goo. His tongue swirled in the familiar pattern of cunnilingus. Her cunt, again, seemed to be sucking back with a power of its own. Bob's tongue worked like a prick, up and down, in and out, in and out. Joy raised up on her knees. By moving her hips back and forth, she slid her open snatch on his face. His lips were pulled along the hairy crack and his nose bumped the engorged clit with each motion.
Joy couldn't take too much of this action. She rose in pitch to fever heights until her crotch was aflame with desire for a cock. Bob was ready, so she moved down on him to straddle his stiff rod. She took it in her hands and pumped its loose outer skin up over his dick head. Leaning over Joy dribbled saliva from her mouth to cover his tool. When he was wet, she lightly slid her closed hand up and down, vibrating his prick with her fingertips. His root glistened in the sharp moonlight. The head was swollen to its full thickness and almost purple colored. Joy couldn't resist taking advantage and making a meal of it. She brought her head down to his crotch and wrapped her lips firmly around the tip of Bob's cock. With a sudden sucking action she drew the full length of his cock into her mouth. Her head pumped up and down. She reveled in the taste of his manhood. Joy had a lot of practice at blow-jobs and she knew exactly how to swallow with each super thrust of her head to keep from gagging on Bob's massive tool. His thickness forced her mouth open to the limits it would stretch. She could feel the sides of his meat sliding along the insides of her cheeks. She made a hard tip of her tongue and scraped it along his foreskin as forcefully as she could as he went in. She never let the cock slide from her mouth. When she brought her head up, she stopped at the end of the enlarged knob and gently squeezed it between her teeth. Bob had his hands on the side of her head, moving with her, feeling that all he had with him was a powerful, little ball that sucked at his command. He was rapidly approaching the point of no return, and he looked up to see if Joy could tell he was about to blow his load. She had one hand between her legs, jacking off her clit while she ate him. Bob knew she wanted it like this so he laid back and let himself go. His ass lifted from the grass as he started to come. Great wads of steamy fluid burst from his cock. Joy went nuts! She swallowed as much as she could, then let the rest ooze from her mouth. It ran down Bob's prick and matted his hair. Joy shot off then, groaning with the cock still in her mouth. She jumped like a fire was in her ass, but she never let the tool fall from her mouth. Her spasms passed while she drew the last drop of come from Bob. He swam on the sea of bliss following orgasm. With eyes closed he could feel Joy loosen her hold on his root and crawl to lay in the crook of his arm. They embraced.
"Sweety Pie, I sure wish I knew what you were saying," Doug said after swallowing another mouthful of potent home-brew. "But, whatever it is, old Doug feels the same way."
Juanita giggled. She was as drunk as Doug, and the way he talked made her laugh. She studied his body in the dim light of the back seat. American men were so hairy. They were apes compared to the Filipino boys. And, their cocks! They were like tree trunks growing from their groins. She petted his sticky limp rod, delighting in the way her touch made him jump with little quivers. Doug was polishing off the last of their after-screw liquor as she played with him. In seconds his meat was rising like quick-dough in the oven. Doug was in a goofy mood. "Do you want a rare, tropical drink, Honey?" He knew all she could do was grin and nod her head. That's all she ever did when he was asking a weird question. She figured after that last fucking he'd given her, she would do anything with him. He tipped the bottle to pour a splash of whiskey on his dick. Juanita bent and licked the booze off.
"Are you sure you're old enough to drink?" He asked authoritatively. "Let's see some I.D.'s, kiddo." Doug was really into a bender, so he poured a larger amount on his dick and balls. Juanita knelt on the floor of the car and drank every drop, starting a sloppy blow-job at the same time.
"Whoa!" Doug yelled. "I haven't had a shot, yet. Won't ya help a thirsty man, ma'am?"
He made Juanita lay down on the seat. He sloshed some whiskey on her furry box and licked at it thirstily. She thought it was crazy, but his mouth felt ggooddd down there. Without saying a word or giving any warning he slid the slender mouth of the bottle into her cunthole. He started frigging her cunt with the smooth glass dildo. Joy had taught Juanita how to masturbate with a lot of different substitute dicks, but never a bottle. The coolness of the glass felt strangely exciting compared to the warmth of a male organ. Juanita's firm ass cheeks began gyrating. She was plenty wet from the fucking Doug had given her, and the bottle slid easily into her cunt and out again. Just when she was beginning to get vibrations in her crotch Doug stopped and had her kneel on the seat facing the back window. Then, he pulled her legs over his lap. He reached over and down to stick his cock in her slit. They entwined their arms around each other. This was a new position for Juanita, but she quickly caught on. She drew up a bit and moved her hips to imaginary music. With her head swooning from the depth of Doug's penetration, she pumped his tool greedily. They kissed repeatedly as their slippery organs jammed together.
Bob and Joy came to the back of the car just then. Doug and Juanita never slowed their motions. The two intruders saw that they needed the front seats pushed forward, so they simply watched. Doug and his native honey couldn't have cared less. They fucked unashamed. The audience even drove them to further heights. Doug lowered his head to suck almost all of one of Juanita's jugs into his mouth. He lashed his tongue on the fleshy mound and playfully nipped at her swollen buds with his teeth. Her hands were digging into his back and running along his thigh. She reached along under his ass cheeks and tried to pull him up into her for more penetration. But, she lost her hold when a wave of pulsating energy tore through her insides. She came violently, shouting again in her native language. Doug followed immediately, pumping his load into her throbbing cunt. They stayed locked in embrace for a minute, then started to get back into their clothes. Bob and Joy got into the car and waited for them to finish dressing.
"Well, Mr. Mitchell," Joy announced sarcastically, "Were you nice to my maid? Good maids are hard to find. I don't want her pissed off."
Doug put on a dignified air. "Ask her yourself, Madam. I'm sure she was quite pleased with our discussions this evening."
Joy and Juanita exchanged a few minutes of conversation in which much giggling took place, then Joy got the car headed back to the base. They laughed a few times, and Doug couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"What the hell are you two delicious women talking lb each other about?"
"She was telling me how you drank whiskey out of her cunt."
Doug said, "Miss, I'll have you know that I'm an incurable alcoholic. My doctor told me the only way I could ever drink again was out of a cunt cup. This charming young lady in the back seat, with me, was merely helping me follow the good doctor's orders."
The four of them cracked jokes like this all the way to the base. Doug even tried to explain his drinking problems to the guard at the gate, but the guard threw up his hands as Doug threw up on the side of Joy's car. The guard shook his head in understanding and let them rush Doug to the Officer's Quarters. Bob apologized for the mess as he helped his friend from the car.
"Don't worry about it," Joy assured him. "You'll be here for a while longer, won't you?"
"No, afraid not," Bob said, trying to steady Doug on his feet. "We take off in the morning, then come back in a few days for an over-nighter. We'll only have time to catch a few hours sleep, then we'll be going back to Hawaii."
Joy looked disappointed. "In that case, I'll probably never see you again."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Well, thanks for a fun night. Juanita's asleep now, but I'll tell her you simpletons said good-bye."
"Do that, smart ass," Bob said, "And, you take it easy, and thanks."
She drove off and Bob poured Doug into their room. Doug commenced snoring into a deep sleep. Bob didn't bother with Doug's clothes, he let him sleep in them. Stripping down to his skivvies, Bob stretched on his bed and thought of Judy before falling asleep.