A public locker…

You look at her and ask, "What other kind of number could it be? It is three digits, a dash then four more digits. That looks like a phone number to me."

Regina looks at you like you are simple and says, "You used to be such a bright fellow. Now, your brain is just mush, with a big cock attached, not that I mind the cock, my pussy will probably recover in a week or so'".

You look at her blankly waiting for her to explain, finally she does. "Maybe before you got stupid you disguised the seven digit number to look like a phone number. Maybe it is a locker number or something, maybe at the airport, bus station, or a mall…"

"It's the mall. Northland mall downtown," the words leave your mouth, a flash of memory showing a dingy set of lockers in a run down hallway. It is a dimly lit, dirty hallway with a drinking fountain and doors leading to bathrooms and some maintenance closets.

Regina thinks for a moment, "That’s only five or six miles from here. Maybe you stashed something in the locker and then crashed in that flea bag motel. You could have walked the distance, although as fucked up as your mind is I don't know how you made it that far. I wonder why you did not just come back to me, or if your mind was fucked up why you headed this direction at all. How did you know to leave the number, and a gun for yourself to find when you woke up? Maybe someone else was with you, I never saw anyone else with you when you came around here, but maybe you had a partner or something. I tell you what John I'm beat tonight, and not really hungry let's get some sleep and then I'll go with you in the morning. Maybe your brain will come back on line with some more rest. If you want some food Big Ed can get you something downstairs."

She snuggles up with you on the bed, her head against your chest. She is naked except for her panties and her big tits press up against your chest in a nice way. She is dead tired and quickly falls asleep her breathing quiet and slow. You grab your smokes off the table and lay there smoking, thinking, running the night's events through your mind, trying to make sense of it all. Your mind is a jumble of bits and pieces of memories from before, and all of the intense sexual experiences of tonight. Your cock swells back to full erection as you think about Regina's tits and how you coated her big nipples with your cum. You can feel the intense sexual need growing in you again, and as many times as you have blown your load tonight you're still ready to go. You think about waking up Regina and giving her a good hard fucking again, but she looks so peaceful sleeping that you don't want to disturb her. Maybe you could just jack off, or go for a walk or something. You just know that you are not sleepy, and your cock is rock hard. You blow the smoke out of your nose, the white cloud wreathing your head in a cloud that matches the cloud inside your mind.