Greensboro, NC February 17.
It was a crazy time. I was approaching the half way point in a 27 city tour searching out sites for upcoming summer of rallies.
I climbed off the plane in Greensboro, NC and proceeded to the auto rental counter. The clerk greeted me cordially and asked my name. I panicked. I could not remember my name for a moment. Grabbing for my drivers license, everything came back, but what a fright.
I climbed into the car and headed off to Ramada Inn, near the airport. Checked in, put my luggage in the room. Went for some lunch in the hotel restaurant.
The group I was meeting with was located some 30 miles west of Greensboro, and wanting to spend as much time as I could with them, headed out early.
I arrived some 40 minutes later, had a terrific meeting and pot luck dinner before heading back to the motel, sleep, and the next plane ride the next morning.
I tried to sleep. I just could not sleep. Got up, took a nice warm shower, rolled a washcloth up to resemble a cock, covered it with a condom, slowly worked it into my ass as I masturbated. Had my orgasm, climbed back into bed and waited for sleep to take over my tired and relaxed body.
Sleep still evaded me. Next alternative, some liquor. So I dressed and headed to the motel's bar.
Taking a seat at the corner of a "U" shaped bar, ordered a screwdriver.