Adult Blogger: TEENAGE WHORES can manage. Just leave the corkscrew with me. And I'm not Mr. Morgan," Dan said, smiling. "I'm just here with his slutty wife." The sommelier, taken aback, simply nodded and marched back toward the service elevator. Dan returned to the living room to open the bottle.
Mrs. Morgan gave him a disapproving look. "You shouldn't say things like that, Dan. My husband and I stay here sometimes when we need a weekend in the city."
"Well," Dan said lightly as he popped the cork and poured a glass for each of them, "since you're no stranger here on your own, I'm sure my announcement was no surprise." Dan handed a glass to Mrs. Morgan as he sat back down. By the time his butt hit the cushion, Mrs. Morgan had downed her glass and held her hand out for another; Dan gave her annoyed look.
"Don't look at me like that," she scolded, getting up and walking toward the bedroom. "Your best friend's mom will be spreading her legs for you shortly. The least you can do is to pour another glass of fortification for me while I freshen up."
