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feel that familiar warmth, and the wetness soon followed.
    Slowly, I slid the dildo into my eager pussy. It was the same familiar fullness that came from the real BE, but instead of feeling his hot hard cock, it was cool silicon. For tonight…this would have to be enough.
    Gradually, I found a rhythm that felt right, normal. With one hand I pulled and pushed the dildo into my wet pussy, and with the other, I rubbed around my clit. It didn’t take long before I came. It was good, but not quite as satisfying as the real thing. I needed to go again, even as I was still riding out the current orgasm. This time my free hand was everywhere, tugging on my nipples, rubbing my clit, and massaging my breasts. It took a little longer than last time. In fact, I was still panting from it when Jolie returned.
    Looking at my face, she smiled. “Sweet dreams, sexy. We need to get up bright and early if you want to have time to hang out and get pretty before meeting your man.”
    There were no words. Curling up in my bed alone, I closed my eyes and let sleep come. Soon. We were so close to our destination, so close to our future. Sighing happily, I drifted off one last time without BE wrapped around me.

On every trip I have ever taken, I have discovered the same truths. First, I enjoy the trip, but when it’s over, I’m ready. Also, when I’m ready for it to be over, every minute is an interminable amount of time, every mile feels like a hundred. The last leg of our move to Las Vegas was no different.
    Jolie had made a wise suggestion over breakfast. “Why don’t you drive until lunch, and then I’ll take over? You can rest some and be all ready for your big reunion.”
    I looked at her sideways. “You know,” I began slowly, “if this whole computer thing doesn’t work for you, you should go into sales.”
    She chuckled. “I’m just saying,” she started to explain.
    “Oh, I know what you are saying. You are worried that I’ll be so anxious to get there that I might get a bit reckless at the end. Would that be an accurate assessment?” I asked seriously.
    Shrugging, she admitted, “We’ve been doing this for a while. When you are tired of driving, you have a history of getting a little…careless.”
    Sighing, I nodded. “This has been our longest move yet. We should have picked Georgia,” I joked.
    “Well, we picked Vegas. We’re nearly there. Let me get us there in one piece,” she urged.
    “Fine,” I acquiesced. “You can drive after lunch.”
    With that, we headed out to the SUV. Unlocking the door for us with the key fob, I glanced over at her mischievously. “I guess I’ll just have to make up some time now.”
    Throwing an arm around my shoulder, she smiled at me. “Relax. You’ll see BE soon enough.”

    Just after 3pm, we rolled into Vegas and drove straight to The Venetian. It wasn’t what I had expected. Hell, I don’t know what I expected. I just kept thinking that I was one step closer to BE. We opted for valet service at the door. While I was handling that, Jolie headed straight for the front desk. She had made all the reservations citing that I had so much more to do, given that I was a homeowner. In retrospect, she and BE were probably in cahoots about this, but at the time, I was really grateful to have one less item on my plate.
    Key cards were handed off to us and we headed to the elevator with the bellhop not far behind. When we reached our door, she opened it and left it wide for my approval and I nearly choked on my own spit, I gasped so hard. I had clearly not been paying attention during the elevator ride. Knowing that The Venetian was an all suite hotel, I didn’t even consider that this was the Penthouse until I realized… this was the Penthouse!
    I started to object. I certainly had not agreed to whatever the cost of the suite was. I turned to face her, to question our location. Instead, I realized that she was busy tipping. Once the door closed, I started to object. “I