"I'm thirsty," she said matter-of-factly, licking at her parched lips. "I'd like some water."

She made a motion toward arising but he held her down. Then, his hand ran down her belly, the fingers tracing a line over her hip to rest in the hollow of her buttock. She felt his heavy bulk stir behind her as he rolled from the bed.

"You stay put, baby. I'll get it for you… in honor of your tight little pussy and most beautiful ass."

His filthy words twisted at her entrails. Dear God, she thought, what could she have been thinking of? Then, he came into view around the foot of the bed and she watched his flabby buttocks shake obscenely as he walked to his valise. She stared at him, refusing to believe that he had actually penetrated her almost virginal body so intimately.

"What you need's a slug of vodka and water," he prescribed.

"No… please. Just water."

He grinned. "Better learn to listen to your elders, baby. They know what's best."

It was useless, like everything else. She watched him pour a small amount from the bottle he took out of his bag, then fill the tumbler with water. He brought it to her and she drank thirstily; he climbed over her, laying down behind her once more. She tried to ignore his intense body heat, thinking vaguely how different one saw things once they were over and done with.

The drink was effective, bracing and warming her stomach. She lay quietly and felt him snuggle closer to her. That, she could endure; tomorrow they would be in Boston and she had enough money… dear God… he had another erection! It felt huge against the cleavage of her bottom.

"You've got skin like green moss, baby. Ever feel moss? It's as soft as velvet… maybe softer," he said.