ROBERTO’S SECRET by Spanky De Bautumn

But it was time to go, back to the daily grind of real life. She gathered up her things and quietly slipped into the bathroom. She touched up her make up, which all that kissing had destroyed. She pulled out a note card and wrote Justin a thank you for the wonderful time, along with her phone number and "Call me when you're in town again."

She placed the note on the night table and softly closed the door behind her. As she walked down the hall, she wondered if she would ever hear from him again. The experience had been really nice, she thought and wondered why it had taken her this long to find out. One thing she knew, this was the start of a new phase in her life.

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Keeping with his plan, the day after the assassination, Roberto visited the Statue of Liberty, took a walk through Central Park and a tour of the Museum of Modern Art. That night he ate pasta with clam sauce at the Italian Restaurant in the hotel and then back to his room watching the news about the latest updates on the Venezuelan’s untimely death. The latest rumor being that it was the work of a South American drug cartel as revenge for their government's current anti-drug effort.

Roberto chuckled to himself. They had no idea who did it, he thought. Like taking candy from a baby.

Feeling untouchable and secure that he had pulled it off, he decided that tomorrow night he just might venture out to one of the tranny bars and see if he could stir up some action. It had been a while since he had dipped into the fetish well and he was thirsty and ready to celebrate his latest kill.

Lying down on his king size bed, he switched the television to one of the soft porn channels the hotel offered. On the screen, two young ladies tasted each other’s treasures in a 69 position and the girl on top was getting hammered doggie style by a muscular young stud with a large cock. Roberto pulled down his pants and jacked off to the porn. He then closed his eyes and started thinking about some of the off the wall pieces of art he saw that day before nodding off to sleep.