Indian Housewife Agrees To Compromise For Rent Payment

The next morning, Inque kept Larry in a constant state of ecstasy as she
used the room phone to call Larry’s bank in New York and change his address
and arrange for payment of his credit card. I
need more of _this,”_ she said, holding up the empty bottle of rubbing
alcohol. “You probably need to eat, right?”
“Yeah, I haven’t eaten in a while. You don’t like a chest on a woman?”
“Yeah, but _I’m_ not a woman.”
“But I am!”
“But… We got to get out of Gotham, and now!”
“Okay, just let me pack some clothes.”
“I’m the only _clothes_ you need. “Inque! “Now what?” he asked again. Besides, where do
you think you’re going to go buck naked in L.A.?”
“I can call the concierge and get a bathrobe or something.”
“Yeah, right! They walked out onto the street and studied a map at
a bus stop. Leaning against the wall adjacent to the door to his room was a
woman sitting in a puddle of black liquid. Several hours later, Inque flowed from around his face revealing to
him that they were in Los Angeles International Airport. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take a seat
there on