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The family ball The space designated the corresponding room number as 16-B. It was on the second story, up the stairs. Janet climbed them, then went around the corner on the balcony until she stood before the right door. Of course it would be locked. But Janet had watched enough cop shows to know that a simple piece of plastic could trip most locks. After digging into her wallet, she used her student-body card for the job. The room was dark, except for the glow of the television set. And not only was the sloshing waterbed all the way over in the far corner, far from the door, the moaning couple on it were far too wrapped up with other to pay any attention to anything but themselves. Janet slipped in unnoticed, having kicked off her shoes as silently as she breathed. There was a closet halfway between the door and bed, which seemed to offer a good view of the latter. Janet melted into the concealing space and prepared to have her mind blown. The TV set was hung on brackets above the waterbed. Now Janet could see the screen. It was filled with the vibrant closeup of a cock fucking into a pussy. "Dirty movies," she said, to her self, realizing that piping in porno on closed circuit was part of what made the No Tell an adult motel ...» |
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