Jake politely declines.

Maria had barely placed his hand against her skin when Jake pulled away as gently as he could. "That's very flattering," he said. Jake thought carefully on his next words, it was that he didn't want to. but after that last orgasm he would need a few hours to recover. Maria had simple busted him a little to late. "Now is just not the right time, " Jake said vaguely, but honestly.

She pouted pretty hard, then gave a big sigh. "Why are the American boys so difficult?" With a slew of words in Spanish, she turned around and sulked her way back upstairs.

Jake was feeling as though this was a very strange night to top off a very interesting day. He returned to the couch and made sure to put his pants on, fully, before anything else weird could happen, then stretched out across the couch once more.

He didn't think he would fall asleep quickly, but to his surprise, the next thing he knew he was opening his eyes to a dim mid-morning world. There was still a storm outside, but it wasn't so bad anymore. Some sunlight was actually managing to highlight the world again.

Rubbing his eyes, Jake replayed the night's adventure in his head to try and remember what exactly had been a dream and what had not.

[The women were in the kitchen making breakfast.]

[The women were still sleeping upstairs.]

[There seemed to be no sign of the women.]