At last it was over. At least by the time I had regained composure. Our host had turned unorthodox & rude. Beguiling our interests into a kiss-me-to-succeed manner. So I choked him. His rapid attempt to produce perverted results. Was instead met by my foot in his ass Which drew blood, and killed my shoe. Of course I appologized while bandaging his wounds, and reassuring him that my anger-caused bruises Would diminish in time Along with his bloodstained pants He muttered, "tide with bleach works every time". As if he was used to getting his ass kicked a lot. He, knowing now his place, and where he currently stood among us, Suggests, "Allow me to drive you home?" Never known to look a gift-horse in the mouth I agreed whil'st laughing amongst the group's idle attempts at small-talk. I had broken his planters, and scarred his mortality. But next week he's still going to want a piece of me. That's normal, I suppose. He'll step up to the plate just to strike out, again. Not even coming close to making contact with my breaking balls. Oh well, bullpenned again. All for 'time' with my Mayan lover Gloria. I spent all of my last-fisted money. To win her over, and instead, wound up snoring on the floor of a $200$ hotel room. My luck? You bet. I said, "Hey, what about the ins and outs me love?". With a spoiled tv acquired English accent. The reply came back in tight pants unremovable. A stare unforgetable, and me having missed all of the steps. While winding up and down her booby-trapped stairs. I did on the other hand get a pretty descent blow-job from the guy next to her. Play ball!