After just seeing the naked bodies of his brother and sister-in-law, Cole stumbled down the hallway.

     "You told me I've got a private room up here somewhere, Claudia," he said. "Where is it?"

     One of the doors to his left brightened.

     Once alone, Cole unzipped himself to let his peter spring free. He grabbed his shaft and stroked. He'd imagined about how his sister-in-law might look in the nude since the afternoon he first met her, and there she was. Stroke. Stroke. He'd always considered her too good for his murdering, ex-con of a brother, anyway. If she wanted a real man, she could have come to him. Stroke. Stroke. He imagined Helen doing dishes in the nude. He'd ram his hog up into her from behind, and she'd gasp with astonished pleasure, and...and...

​     "Aagghhh!" (From now on in this story, everyone who makes that sound, "Aagghhh!", is having an orgasm.)

     Cum geysered from his pee hole, getting all over his knuckles and dripping to the floor. Damn. Usually, he wasn't that untidy. It was that damned broove. If he hadn't promised Trevor, he wouldn't touch another drop, although it was good, like the best thing he'd ever tasted good. Thinking that got him to drinking more broove while he wiped himself and the floor clean. Then,

     "Cole?"

     "I'm having a private moment, Claudia. Do you mind?"

     "I've a favor to ask of you. I believe it's the sort of thing only you can handle."

     Cole gulped, then, "You'd better tell me."

​     "Some new guests are arriving, some very tough customers, who, in the war against The Fours, were mercenaries but who were also instrumental in turning the tide of the war in our favor."

     "Let me jump ahead. You want me to be your security guard."

     I want you to help me make sure they don't get too rowdy."

     A pause, then,

     Cole put his mug down. He knew it. For people like him, duty would always have to come first.

     "Where and when?" he said through clenched teeth.

CONTINUE