EXTERIOR, Balls’ beach house, pool deck, San Felipe,  Baja California,  México

The sun is slowly setting on the mountains at Balls’ back leaving streaks of pink, orange, and yellow across the cloudy sky. In front of Balls, the Sea of Cortés is calm and reflects the light of the bluish-purplish sky as it gets progressively darker. Balls takes in the beautiful sight and smiles.

Suddenly,  he notices that the temperature has dropped and feels a bit of a chill. He looks down.

Balls: Baby,  don’t you think we should go in? It’s starting to get a little cold.

Blair Williams takes Balls’ dick out of her mouth.

Blair: Yeah,  a little.  And I don’t want to put clothes on.  Wanna start the fire?

Balls: Sure thing.

Naked Balls and Blair walk back to the inside of the house and,  while Balls gets the fire started,  Blair grabs a blanket and lays it out in front of the fireplace.

It had been two months since Vegas and things were finally returning to a semblance of normalcy. The inquest and police investigation into Luis’ death had been unpleasant. Give him credit, though,  tWBS had thought everything through and the boys were in the clear.  The girls,  on the other hand,  had been a different kind of unpleasant.

Leticia was none too thrilled about her brother dying,  despite him being the asshole that he was.  Also despite the fact that he was trying to kill tWBS and Balls. What can you say,  women amirite?

Balls had never been able to figure them out and he figured he never would.  Vanessa,  somewhat surprisingly and somewhat not,  had taken Leticia’s side in this imbroglio.

After the police had finished their work,  there had been an incredibly awkward brunch.  Tears flowed,  accusations flew,  and hearts were broken.  At least the waffles were good.

Vanessa and Leticia left together with their share of the money won.  They headed east and south.  Arizona maybe? Heck,  maybe all the way to Sonora. It was a mystery.

TWBS took his chunk of change and moved to LA. The three picture deal with DTZM and RTD, predictably,  was in limbo.  However,  Veronica had taken a shine to him and he became her roommate and part-time lover.

In addition, she had introduced him to the big shots in the porn world. Unsurprisingly, he was making progress on getting a long-term contract with one of the big companies. After the tape from Vegas had garnered an AVN nomination for cinematography, he was a hot commodity.

Balls wanted to get away from everything and everyone,  so he headed to Baja.  In San Felipe,  everything was quiet,  the people were chill,  the beer was cold,  and the water was warm. What else could a man ask for?

Well,  for THAT,  Blair had been a trusty companion.  She had executive produced the Vegas tape and arranged the distribution.  Balls had helped her to set up her own production company for a bit before heading south.

After the hard work was done and deals were in place,  Blair went down to Baja to join Balls for a week of R&R and balls-deep anal sex. It had been fun.

The week was almost over and Blair had to return to LA. She had asked Balls to join her, but he wasn’t ready to go back. Not quite yet. Eventually he would,  of course.  Balls loved San Felipe,  but LA was home.

As far as Blair….

Balls preferred not to think about that.  Too much thinking can get a man in trouble sometimes.  Paralysis through analysis some call it. For now,  he was happy to get the fire going,  lay down on the blanket with Blair,  and slide his erect cock in and out of her.

Mid-thrust, his cell phone rang.  He let it go to voicemail.  Somewhere in the San Fernando Valley,  tWBS was on the other end.

tWBS (leaving voicemail): ASSHOLE!! Pick up the phone,  asswipe! (audible sigh) Fiiiiine.  Be that way.  Listen,  something interesting has come up.  Get your ass back here pronto!

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Hours later,  when Balls hears the message,  he nudges Blair awake.

Balls: Hey,  I got a voicemail from tWBS. He said something came up.  Do ya know anything about that?

Blair (half asleep): No idea. I can call Veronica in the morning and find out.

Balls: Cool.

Blair: Speaking of coming up,  you got another one in ya?

Balls: Indeed.

Blair: This time in my pussy, alright?

Balls (to himself): Back to the salt mines…

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