Chapter 12: Lancelot Delays Rescuing the Queen to Aid a Fair Maiden

"Hello," I grumbled. Before Amy I would have been awake and drunk and probably somewhere else at 4 am. Amy and I had finished quiet love making and hard core doggy style fucking--a position both of us preferred, me for the aesthetics of her beautiful big soft bum bouncing against my pelvis and her sizable tits swinging and her for the depth and power I achieved inside her—and slept by midnight.

"Oh my god Joe, you won't believe who I'm with," said Devi when I finally captured the blaring phone and spoke.

"Hi Devi. Do you know what time it is?"

"It's morning here. Why? What time is it there?"

"4 am."

Devi laughed. "Who cares? I had to call. Bess is here!"

"Where?" I exclaimed, suddenly awake and sitting up.

"Amsterdam!"

"Amsterdam? How can that be?" I asked. Her birthday card had a Florida postmark. In it she wrote, "I'm trying to forget. I hope you have better luck. Goddamn birthdays. All my love, Bess."

"She's got a window. You know. On the street! We had a date. It was weird and kinky and gave me a wild orgasm. Your son guided me to her, that naughty boy. Melissa was with him. She waved them away when he approached. She said it would feel like incest. But she let me. It felt good but it made us miss you. We cried after. She told me when she could leave. Imagine that! Just like King. She's in trouble. Again!"