It's Going to be One Hell of a Weekend
written by:
thescribe

It's Going to be One Hell of a Weekend

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Tyler called me in a panic. "Dude, you are definitely going to be here, right? Heather is freaking the fuck out!"

"I'm going to be there," I assured him. "When have I ever let you down?" I could hear Tyler rolling his eyes following that remark, it wasn't that I wasn't reliable, I just had a knack for adding undue stress to these situations. Heather fully expected that I would throw a wrench in things somehow, and it was already apparent to her that it would be not making it back from my current travels to Las Vegas to demonstrate some of my company's products at a trade show.

"Is it just typical wedding jitters bothering her, or is it more than that?" I asked him.

Heather was typically even keeled, but Tyler had confided in me a lot lately about how crazy nervous she was getting about their wedding. It was only three days away, but there had been several minor things that happened that significantly impacted his fiancee's emotions, as they would any bride to be. In addition to me travelling for my work commitment, her brother and sister-in-law had car trouble, delaying their arrival. Tyler's dad was supposed to have come by last night to help them deliver items to the banquet hall and got stuck working overtime. Even though I had to go out of town on business last minute, I had arranged things to be sure to get back before Thursday, in time for the full slate of events. There were going to be Bachelor and Bachelorette parties on Thursday, golf and rehearsal dinner on Friday, and of course, the wedding activities on Saturday.

I tried to reassure Tyler. "I'm at the airport now, I'm checked in and walking down the corridor to the plane, my flight will be in at 9:55 tonight, and I will be ready for all of the weekend festivities. What else is there for her to worry about?"

"All the stuff you already know about, then, Amy's flight in got cancelled on Tuesday, so she has been hopping from airport to airport on standby since then, trying to find some way to make it here. Sounds like she is finally booked on a flight, and should make it in time. She's supposed to be here around 10 also." I knew where this was leading, but i wasn't quick enough to stop it.

Tyler blurted out his brilliant plan. "You guys should both get here about the same time, would you mind giving her a ride to her hotel from the airport?"

I really didn't want to have to be at the beck and call of someone else, especially when the airport was involved, but Tyler knew I would help if he asked. I have always had an accommodating personality, almost to a fault at times. I immediately agreed to help out, but at that point, I didn't know much of anything about Amy.

"I'm glad to help," I told him, "But I don't even know what she looks like. You are going to have to send me flight details, her contact information, and so on so I can find her when I land, and I'm going to have to turn my phone off in about 3 minutes, we're about to leave."

"I'll text everything to you as soon as I can, you'll definitely have it by the time you land. I really appreciate all the help, bud. I definitely made the right choice for best man." Tyler told me.

I had heard about Amy, but I had never met her. She was Heather's college roommate and was going to be the maid of honor. I knew she had played softball in college, and had heard plenty of stories about her. According to Heather, Amy was the life of the party, a loud and obnoxious bleach blonde with a mouth like a sailor. I had instinctively aggregated all of the information I had together and applied stereotypes. I just assumed she was a butch lesbian, not that it made any difference to me. I got along with anyone.

I traveled to Vegas regularly for business and pleasure. I had accumulated more airline miles than I knew what to do with, so I always tried to upgrade to first class. Fortunately, this was one of the times it had worked out. I found my seat quickly, sat down and turned off my phone, and got comfortable. For a moment, it seemed as if no one was going to occupy the seat next to me, which was fine by me, I really just wanted to take a nap. But, just before the door closed, onto the plane stepped one final passenger. She looked like a business woman, a brunette with her hair pulled back in a tight bun, and she wore a suit composed of a navy skirt with a matching jacket and white silk blouse. She was slender, professional looking, and appeared to be in her mid twenties.

I saw her look at her ticket stub then at the seat next to me, and then back again to verify. The flight attendant helped her put her carry-on in an overhead bin, then she sat next to me, faced forward, and exhaled.

"Relax, you made it," I said, assuming she was just running late.

"Seriously?" The woman glared at me. For a brief moment I wished I was seated in coach. I was just trying to lighten the mood, but I didn't have to talk to this lady. I could just pop my headphones in and relax if I wanted. I just tilted my head, clenched my teeth and turned my attention to the magazine I had brought. I decided I would just ignore her until I had the chance to order a drink, then I would recline my seat and close my eyes. The plane began to push back and the brunette began frantically rifling through her purse for something.

"Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" The woman grew increasingly furious, finally finding her phone. She scrambled to unlock it to text someone, then started scrambling again, looking for something. "Oh shit!" she said again. She turned to me, but I didn't make eye contact, I just ignored her and pretended to keep reading.

"Excuse me, but do you know what flight number this is?" she asked.

"246," I replied, not breaking away from my magazine.

"Are you sure?" She asked again.

"246, I take this flight at least twice a month," I replied, still not looking at her.

With that, the flight attendant approached. She was a petite Korean woman, probably in her late twenties or early thirties. I'd seen her on previous flights. "Miss, you'll have to put your phone away. We've pushed back." The woman hurried to finish her text before finally turning her phone off and putting it away. The stewardess turned her attention to me. I had my blazer off and folded on my lap. "There's my favorite frequent flier! How are you Mr. Henderson?" She said with a polite smile. I knew her name was Melanie, this was one of her regular routes, and in fact, I had asked her to be my date to Tyler and Heather's wedding on the trip out, but hadn't given enough lead time for her to request the day off, so she had declined.

"I'm really sorry about Saturday, I did mean it when I asked for a rain check," she said.

"I understand, we'll make something happen next time," I said confidently. Melanie smiled before turning her attention to the woman next to me.

"Miss, can I hang your coat for you?" The woman had clearly been eavesdropping on our conversation, but still seemed preoccupied. She nodded, slid forward in her seat, and removed her jacket. As she stretched to remove her arms she (seemingly unintentionally) pressed her tits forward, displaying a nice tight rack doing its best to burst out of the silk blouse. "And can I offer either of you a quick drink before we take off?"

I waited for the woman to make her choice first, "Vodka something, cranberry maybe if you have it." The stewardess nodded.

"I'll have a Bacardi and Coke please, Melanie," I requested. She again smiled brightly, seemingly happy that I remembered her name, and returned a few moments later with our drinks. It wasn't long before we had taken off. And nearly as quickly, my seatmate had already downed her drink and requested another.

"Everything okay? You seem really on edge," I offered.

"Please don't do this," she said. "I'm not in the mood for flirting or any other games like that, you don't have a chance, handsome. Besides, I think you have your hands full with Ms. Mile High Club."

"Wow," I sat back in a bit of shock. "Just thought having a conversation might be nice rather than sitting in complete silence, but I'm glad we cleared things up. Besides, It's a long flight to Baltimore, it could get boring."

"Oh Fuck! Baltimore!" She said, again in a panic. I'm supposed to be on a flight to Indianapolis!"

"Just messing with you," I said as her face turned red with rage. I proceeded to put my headphones in, reclined my seat, and closed my eyes. I never really fell asleep, but I opened my eyes a few minutes later, when I felt her head fall to the side as she nodded off. I knew what was coming next, I'd flown too often. Sure enough, her head dropped to my shoulder. Melanie walked by offering more drinks. She giggled when she saw that I had become a headrest, and I just rolled my eyes and shook my head.

The woman slept on me for about an hour, when she woke from some turbulence. Again, she freaked out. It was clear that travelling didn't agree with her. She instinctively reached over and attempted to grab my leg, only to reach straight into my crotch. I let out an exhale but kept from being too loud. She turned and looked at me. Then quickly grabbed my hand instead.

"I'm so sorry, I'm just not good at this," she said quietly. "I'm not a good flier."

I let her hold my hand and rubbed gently on the back of it for a few seconds. I reassured her until the rough patch had passed. When we were back to smooth air, she finally began to settle down a bit. I released her hand.

"Again, I'm sorry. This trip has been terrible in pretty much every way so far. I've been living in airports for 2 days on my way from Seattle to Indianapolis. I'm on my last pair of clean undies, and haven't had my luggage. I'm already late getting there for this wedding, and I was so looking forward to it. Right now, I don't even know where I am staying tonight, or how I'm getting there. All of the airports in the hotel are completely booked, so, the combination of things is just really tough. By the way, my name is Amy, and I'm sorry about taking my stress out on you, and for accidentally hitting you..." The reached over and did a fake soothing rub on my balls, then raised her eyebrows and let out an "Ooooh!" with a snicker. I wasn't sure if she really felt anything or was just being silly trying to lighten the mood

I choked a little on my drink as I added everything up. Amy, from Seattle, coming to Indianapolis for her friends' wedding just reached over and rubbed between my legs. There were way too many coincidences already. Still, I kept thinking in the back of my mind, Amy was a crazy, bleach blonde, butch lesbian softball player. There was still a chance this wasn't her. I snapped back to reality as she continued to stare at me, waiting for an answer to a question I apparently didn't hear.

"Helllloooooo--What's your name?" She repeated.

I remained frozen for another second.

"Oh, sorry, Henderson...My name is Henderson," I finally responded.

"Henderson is your first name?" She asked.

"My friends call me ‘Asshole'," I replied.

Amy became really flirty, and we got along really well for the remainder of the flight, but I barely spoke. Her mouth moved a mile a minute. Time went by quickly. As we were about to land, Amy turned and looked at me.

"So, Asshole, since the flight attendant rejected you for this weekend, any chance you would want to come to this wedding with me? It would be nice to have a date, and I kind of like you, and i have to admit, I'm intrigued by what I felt there in your pants."

"When you punched me there, or rubbed me there?" I asked. "I'm flattered but actually, I'm supposed to be attending a big party myself on Saturday night for a couple friends. But maybe if we get a little creative, we can work something out. Maybe we can go to your wedding thing and then hang out at my party afterward if we aren't too tired?" I offered, leading her on. "If you want to exchange phone numbers, we can definitely get together at some point."

With that, we landed. Both of us reached for our phones and exchanged them so we could add one another to our contacts. I entered myself as "Asshole," providing her a good laugh. Just as she handed my phone back to me, a slew of text messages came in from Tyler and Heather, all including Amy's contact information, flight details, and so on. I sent a quick reply telling them to let Amy know I would pick her up at the passenger pick-up just outside of baggage claim. I only had a carry-on, so it would give me time to get the car while Amy was sorting her issues out.

"When ARE you going to tell me your name?" Amy asked.

"I promise if you call, I will tell you my name," I told her.

Amy started flipping through her messages too, also from Tyler and Heather. As we were gathering our things to exit the plane, I offered to walk her to baggage claim, but she decided she would just go to customer service, as she already knew they were going to send her luggage directly to Heather's house, since it made a flight that she didn't.

"Heather just text me and said the best man, Alan, is picking me up out front, so I guess that is one less thing to worry about," Amy said with a slight sigh of relief.

"Alan, huh?" I said. "He sounds like an asshole. Best man picking up maid of honor--you know he is going to try to take advantage of you. It's so cliche," I joked. "Try to hold out for someone better," I said, gesturing toward myself with my thumb.

"I hope he doesn't! That's the last thing I need," she said, "Especially after this trip. But Heather and Tyler swear he is a good guy, so I don't think I'll have to worry about it, He's just giving me a ride anyway."

"Well, seriously Amy, if it doesn't work out, feel free to give me a call. I live close and can give you a ride myself," I told her. She reached up and gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks, Asshole," she said, shaking her head. "I'll call you later, Asshole. See, it would be so much easier if you told me your real name, Asshole..."

"I'll talk to you soon, I hope." I smiled at her and turned, heading for the exit.

The parking lot wasn't far, and I made it to my car fairly quickly. My phone rang, it was Amy, but I wasn't sure if she exactly who she was calling for, so I just answered with a standard "Hello."

"Is this Alan?" She asked.

"Yes it is, is this Amy?" I answered. I coordinated meeting her at the area I planned before with Tyler and Heather, and described my car. "Keep an eye out for me, I drive a black Lexus with tinted windows. I'm pulling around, I will be there in about 30 seconds."

As I came around the corner, I saw Amy standing there waiting. I knew she couldn't see me between the glare and the tint on the glass. I rolled up and came to a stop immediately in front of her. She didn't have any luggage, only her small carry-on and purse. I reached across and opened the door a bit for her as she approached. She bent over and looked in, before a total look of confusion crossed her face. I extended my hand to her.

"You must be Amy," I said. "I'm Alan Henderson." She started cracking up laughing. She couldn't catch her breath as she got in the car. She finally caught her breath and spontaneously leaned across the console and gave me a long lingering kiss.

"It is really nice to FINALLY meet you! You really are an asshole, though!" She said. "How long have you known?"

"I was pretty confident as soon as you finally started talking," I told her.

We never discussed where I was taking her, but I just drove toward my place. When we were almost there, it finally dawned on Amy that she had no idea where she was staying.

"So, are you just taking me to Heather's?" she asked.

"No, I'm taking you to my place. It's too late to drive you all the way over to Heather's," I said.

"Well, as long as you have a place I can sleep and shower, I would really appreciate the hospitality," she said. "But I really don't have anything to sleep in."

"Sounds good to me," I replied, as I turned down my street and pulled into my garage.

As we entered the house, I grabbed a bottle of vodka from the freezer, and offered Amy another drink. I made her a vodka and cranberry, same as she requested earlier and handed it to her, telling her to make herself at home.

She smiled a devilish smile, "I usually go completely naked at home."

"Then absolutely, make yourself at home!" I insisted. Amy wasted little time in getting out of her suit, but did stop short of taking off her bra or panties, a matching set of flesh toned silk with just a small strip of lace at the edges.

"According to your statement, you haven't made yourself at home," I encouraged.

"I'm not getting naked alone, Asshole," she replied.

"You can call me Alan now," I told her, but she playfully shook her head no.

She reached up and let her hair down. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I'd like to get the airport stench off of me."

"Well, I'm a conservationist, Amy, so in the interest of saving water, we would have to shower together," I told her. She agreed, without hesitation, and I led her to the master bathroom, and started the water. I waited in the bedroom and began to undress, but left myself a perfect angle between the bathroom mirror and the mirror on the door so that I could see as she remover her bra and panties. I caught a glimpse of her tight ass and ample breasts, but not enough for my liking. I grabbed towels from the closet for each of us and hurried to join her in the shower. I opened the door before getting in and poked my head in to get a good look at her, but she had already lathered herself up with soap somewhat concealing her features. She shot a glance down at my crotch, but her view was instructed as I intentionally hid my rapidly growing erection.

"Well? Are you going to get in with me and have some fun, or be shy?" She asked. I stepped in and she looked down and back up to my eyes and just smiled and nodded. I wrapped my arm around her as the water rolled over the two of us, feeling the slipperiness of the soap. She embraced me in return and we began to kiss. She reached her hand down and grabbed my cock, now fully jutting out, and almost its full 8 inches.

"Wow, we just met, and you already have a package for me? You shouldn't have, it's...too...much..." she said in a sultry tone, then leaned forward and bit at my bottom lip. I got a kick out of her euphemisms.

"I was trying to find some place to hide it, I wanted it to be a surprise," I replied.

"I can think of three really good places you can hide it," she said. Then she broke character for a second, and seemed to be talking to herself, "I'm going to have a lot of fun this weekend..." She immediately went back into character. "Maybe you can wash my hair for me while I show you the first place I think the package could go."

Amy grabbed the shampoo, squirted some in my hands and put my hands on top of her head. I began working it into her scalp and massaging her head. She dropped to her knees and pretended as if I had forced her there.

"Oh, you are so inappropriate! We just met and you are trying to fuck my face!" she grabbed my cock and swirled her tongue quickly at the tip before taking almost two-thirds of it in. Her technique was quite impressive. I continued running my fingers through her hair as she bobbed on me. She reached around and grabbed my ass and forced as much of my cock into her mouth as she could take. I could feel it pressing at the back of her throat before she pulled herself away.holding her hair under the shower water and rinsing.

"I was hoping you would have the conditioner ready at this point, but I guess we are going to have to use the shit from the store," She grabbed the conditioner bottle and squirted some in her own hands, rubbed it through her hair for a sec, and left it there before returning attention to my painfully hard prick. She grabbed the base with her left hand, then my balls with her right and squeezed gently. She stroked me deliberately as she teased at my tip. She had me on edge faster than any woman had since my teenage years. I felt my knees and hips get week and I started to shake.

"Oh fuck yes!" Amy increased the velocity of her stroking, and alternated between tickling and squeezing my balls until I began unleashing my creamy load. She took the first couple spurts in her mouth before leaning back and spraying the rest across her tits. The water rolled over her rinsing the remainder of my goo off of her as I nearly collapsed into the wall behind me. Amy reached up to steady me, then rose to her feet, opened her mouth slightly showing me what I had given her, then swallowed.

"Holy Fu..." she stopped me mid statement with an aggressive kiss, the taste of my wad still in her mouth, then began to wash me, repeatedly lathering me with soap and rinsing me. Finally, she washed my hair, rinsed herself off, and turned off the water. We looked one another up and down, lust in each of our eyes.

"What now?" she said.

I didn't speak. I opened the door and grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her, drying her off. I grabbed a second towel and dried myself. I leaned forward into her and began kissing her. I pressed her into the opposite wall, and held her against the cool tile. My still stiff cock made its way between her legs, which she instinctively parted. I rubbed it against her, she was completely hairless, and I could feel the warmth from between her folds as I rubbed against her. I wanted to fuck her right there, but the angle just wasn't good. We hurried out of the shower, and Amy jumped onto the bed and spread herself out seductively. For the first time, I got a full look at her body.

She closed her eyes and stretched her arms above her head. Her legs slightly bent at the knees, the vertex of which was a completely bald, bright pink pussy. Her nipples were stiff, and pale pink in color. I grabbed her right leg and began kneading her flesh, she moaned as I worked the muscles, her breathing quickened as I approached her pussy, then I switched to the other leg, working it similarly to the first. This time I crawled onto the bed and pressed my hands beneath her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she moaned quietly.

I rolled her onto her stomach, taking in the view of the curves of her ass, along with the space between her legs revealing a more exotic view of her bare cunt. I worked my hands up her back and rubbed her shoulders, eventually leaning forward and pressing my chest against her, resting my cock on her left ass cheek.

I leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "Your turn, you can have anything you want."

She rolled beneath me wrapped her arms around me and resumed our kissing. I took the liberty of reaching up and squeezing one of her tits. She exhaled heavily through her nose. She reached between us for my dick and guided it over toward her waiting honeypot. I pressed in slowly as she broke our kiss. She stared into my eyes and smiled as I pressed in, gradually closing her eyes to a squint when I couldn't get any further, then tilting her head forward to kiss me some more. She wrapped her legs around my ass and began gyrating her hips slowly, allowing my dick to reach every corner of her crevice.

"Go slow, Alan," she whispered, "I want it slow and hard." I obeyed her command, allowing her to continue grinding herself against me as I pulled out and pressed back in as slowly as I could. The look on her face was amazing, she was relishing every inch of me. "Keep going..." She was getting closer, her hips started moving more rapidly beneath me. I was tempted to speed up, but kept my pace as deliberate as I could. "Slow...yessss, oh yesssss..." Amy grabbed for her own tits and squeezed the nipples as she bucked harder beneath me. YESSSSSSSSSSS FUCK ME NOWWWWWWWW. She was exploding in orgasm, and although it seemed she wanted more, I continued to fuck her as slowly as I could. She continued to grind on me, and her orgasm still hadn't subsided. I resumed kissing her, she moaned loudly into my mouth. Finally her body relaxed, and she rested beneath me. There was quiet for a few minutes.

"Well done sir...thank you!" Amy said, impressed with my ability to show restraint.

"My pleasure," I replied, "But I'm not done yet."

Amy just laughed,, wiggled out from underneath me, and got out of bed. She returned with her phone. "I guess I should call Heather and let her know where I am."

I left the room to get a bottle of water and when I returned, I caught the end of the conversation.

"The hotel cancelled my reservation because I didn't make it in as scheduled, so Alan offered to let me stay here," Amy said, followed by a pause as she listened to Heather. "Well, originally I was concerned about what I would sleep in, but being as though we've already showered together, where I sucked him off no less, and then he followed it up by massaging me and giving me a nice strong fucking, I'm pretty sure he's going to be okay with me being naked and in bed with him." Amy paused again.

I could hear Heather on the other end, her voice raising and clearly annoyed, but the only thing I could make out was her stating, "I KNEW getting the two of you together would be trouble!"

"Chill out, Heather. I didn't come all the way from Seattle to hang out with my mom, I came to hang out with you, and I can't wait to see you tomorrow. The way I see it, now I have a date for the wedding, not to mention a fuckbuddy for when you are preoccupied with other things. It's not like I'm marrying him, it is just one weekend." Amy looked at me repressing laughter as Heather continued to unload on her. Then she extended the phone to me, "She wants to talk to you..."

I put the phone to my ear, but Heather had already hung up. A few seconds later, my phone rang, I could see on the caller ID it was Tyler. I immediately began apologizing as I answered.

"Sorry man, I didn't mean to do anything to add stress! At least we both made it here in plenty of time." I could hear in the background Heather chastising him, spouting off about how he should never have asked me to pick Amy up, clearly getting progressively more upset. "Tell her I promise it won't get in the way of the wedding. If anything it will be more fun now."

Tyler tried to state his case, "Dude, I can't believe that in the amount of time that it took you to pick her up from the airport and drive her to your house, you were able to convince her to have sex with you! What the fuck man!?! I mean, you actually had her give you a blowjob and fucked her within 45 minutes of meeting her? Do you really think that is a good idea? What is wrong with you?"

"Well, let me set the record straight," I began my defense. "First, we actually sat next to one another on the flight home, but to your point, she did grab my junk and ask me to be her date for the wedding this weekend even before knowing my name." Amy's eyes opened wide and her mouth opened in faux shock. I continued, "Also, technically, she fucked me, I just laid there in a pushup position and let her grind on me until she came." Amy jumped up and started crawling around the bed trying to get to me and perform damage control.

I continued my version of the story, "Although she did do an awesome job with the blow job, that did make me cum, so don't take it as me knocking her abilities. Basically, it has to be one of two things, either I'm really hot, even hotter than I already realized, or she is just easy. But I think it is the me being hot thing. But seriously, it's all innocent, it's just going to be one hell of a weekend..." Amy was now feverishly trying to get the phone away from me to shut me up, but I was dodging her and holding her off with my free hand. I don't know at what point Tyler hung up, but he had.

I dropped my phone and tackled Amy back onto the bed as she laughed while I kissed her. Things heated back up as I grabbed her wrists and held her arms to the side of her head, bent at the elbows. She pretended to try to resist and escape my grasp, but kept tilting her head back in to kiss me. My cock was quickly back at attention. I wiggled my legs between her, again she pretended to struggle, but quickly succumbed, spreading her legs and even pulling her knees up, leaving herself completely vulnerable to me. She reached down to find my shaft and guided it to her entrance, and we resumed where we had left off before.

"You're a bad boy! I can't believe you said those things! You made it sound as if I used you!" She wrapped her arms around me and yanked me to the side, struggling to roll me over. I rolled with her, allowing her to be on top without disengaging. She grabbed my wrists and held them the same way I had just been holding hers, then began rocking her hips. Her tits were swaying in my face, as she leaned forward, occasionally a nipple would brush against my lips or nose. "Do you think an innocent little girl like me would use you for sex? Do you really think that is the type of girl I am?" She leaned back and slowed to a stop, stuck two of her fingers in my mouth, then pulled them back and started rubbing her clit, and resumed grinding on me, again at a slow pace.

I grabbed at her hips and assisted in moving her, clenching my ass and pressing upward, getting as deep as possible. She increased her pace, eventually moving her hands to my chest for balance and tilting her hips, trying to rub her button against me and fuck me in combination. Before long, I could feel the tension in my balls, a sure sign I was about to blow. I tried my damnedest to to hold off until she came first. Despite my best efforts, the time had come.

"I'm about to cum," I warned her. Amy's eyes lit up and and her lips parted slightly, a tiny series of moans began escaping her lips. She rocked harder and faster as I let out a groan, my body went stiff, and I released into her. She followed almost immediately, placing her hands on my shoulders and continuing to ride through her orgasm.

"UHHHHHHHHHH YES FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE," she cried, getting progressively louder, until she collapsed forward onto me, my dick still twitching as I short the remaining bursts of my cum into her, and her her pussy still spasming as she finished her climax. She began an exhausted, almost maniacal, laugh of pleasure as she came down.

"I like you," she said. "You're right, it's going to be one hell of a weekend."

"You know, so far I only found two places to hide the package," I complained. "Where is this mythical third location?" Amy pulled my head in close and began pecking me with teasing kisses.

"On second thought, I'm not sure the third place is a good place to hide the package. I'm not sure there is enough room," she said. "But I guess we have no choice but to try. Right, asshole?"

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