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HYATT HOTEL

WASHINGTON, DC

JANUARY 2, 2006

OVER THE PUBLIC ADDRESS SYSTEM

“Mr. Harralson…paging resident guest Mr. Harralson,

Please pick up the house phone for a call!”

A woman in a gay sundress walks across the foyer beneath silk trees whose branches drape the lobby in the festive mood and the artificially scented flowers carrying the fragrance of summer entice the guest to eat, drink and make merry during this New Year holiday.

The woman approaches a man resting on a chase lounge near the pool where children splash and play the game, “Marco Polo” gleefully in the water. A young waiter stops at the chase lounge to serve a colorful Mimosa and water crescent sandwich.

“Bless you darling boy,” the man said as he took the orange colored drink in the long stemmed crystal glass and a hand-full of crepes as he glanced adoringly at the boy and then to a five-dollar bill on the side table.

“Come back in half-hour… you Caucasian beauty, and there will be another “fiver” where that one rest.” And the black man mimicked a pouty feminine kiss to an overly embarrassed young waiter.

The blonde Monroe-look-alike in the yellow-flowered sundress stands beside the chase in the now infamous Marylyn Monroe stance. The man reaches under the dress and touches her wet lips.

She moans… “Will you fuck me now?”

“Fuck…fuck…fuck, doesn’t anyone eat in Washington?”

“You are an evil man Mr. Harralson!” she says in her best Marylyn… “You have bothered me…did you hear the page?”

“Must I answer it darling girl…its some dreadful news of a business nature…and I am still on holiday!”

“Shall I answer, and take a message?”

“You are such a blessing to me…be a dear, and if I am napping when you return.”

“I know…don’t bother you.”

She moved graciously away from the strange little man who seemed a compellation of Woody Allen, Capote or Jack Lemon. She walked toward the center of the foyer where a long breakfast buffet with stacks and stacks of food and fruit appeared to be three feet high attracting the party goers as they moved along the line eating and talking gaily…but all the eyes were on her ass which had a taunt bounce, not huge like a Kardashian or a so called “ghetto ass,” but just the right size that you knew it was there and longed to grab it with both hands.

Several of the male guest pointed at the woman and licked their lips. Of course she noticed and loved the attention…and returned a knowing smile showing her “Regis” white teeth which seemed to display a come hither sparkle often clasped in “Jolie” thick lips moistened by her pinkish tongue, waving them over…little did these men know, like Monroe…it took so little asking to seduce this beauty…and she had the appetite to satisfy them all.

“This is Mr. Harralson’s assistant,” she said into the receiver… “May I take a message, he is indisposed?”

The response was immediate, and annoyed… “Getting fucked, I bet?” “Not yet,” was her response.

“Maybe you’ll get lucky!” The man on the other end suggested.

“I’d sooner use my finger!” She said.

“Naughty, naughty…I think I’ll tell the boss?” The man sneered through the phone, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Right now, the boss is trying to suck the cock of some white waiter.”

“And your big tits are lonely?”

“What do you want Donald?”

“You!”

“I don’t do weird!”

“I want to fuck you within an inch of your life. I want to send you to the edge…take your breath…make you scream in pleasure as you did in Louisville.”

“What are you on Donald…Mescaline?”

“Just remember Louisville, Baby!”

“I was faking it…just to get your fat ass off me.”

“Mercy, mercy…what a liar, you were screaming for my short, fat Dick!”

“Short, is an over-statement…baby fat is more like you.”

“I got your baby fat between my stubby fat fingers, its big eye wanting to spit on you?”

“I just love it when you quote Shakespeare.”

“You mean snake shit, don’t you?”

“Ok, Donald, I’m going back to the boss and tell him you are sexually harassing me…and wasting his time…he’ll love that!”

“Sexually harassing you…what a laugh bimbo…you have fucked your way through both houses of congress…yes there are two, and you have been in the White House…your clitoris has been used so often it is the size of a baseball and just as hard as all the Dick you’ve jumped to get ahead…and you’ve sucked a bunch of those as well…sexual harassment; the judge, the prosecutor, the jury…all would laugh your ass out of court!”

“Remember Donald, I have movies.”

“Yeah, Marilyn…they are all of you, honey!”

“That is my point nitwit…what would a beautiful piece of ass, like mine, be doing with a piece of shit like you…without forceful coercion?”

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, babe…I’ve got a sharp cold ice pick for you.”

“What did you say Donald…let me check my recording device to make sure it picked up your threat to do me harm.”

“Why can’t we be friends…we know so much about each other?”

“Yeh, practically brother and sister.”

“You mean kissing cousins…but that won’t work, cause I don’t go for incest.”

“I’m serious Donald, what do you want?”

“Just tell the boss…it’s done!”

“What?”

“He’ll know…just tell him to call about sending the dough.” The phone went dead.