Zuma ordered more liquors and was drunk than a skunk when the stars appeared for their night duties.

After finishing the content in the last bottle in his front, he belched louder, placed his two palms on his thighs and stood up with a grunt.

The inn was populated by the few night crawlers, and no one seemed to notice the man wobbling among the columns of chairs and tables, nor seemed to mind when he crashed into a table filled with empty bottles, staggered and fell, and then stood up and resumed his waddling.

A moment later, he arrived at the outside of the Inn, breathed out loud with relief and walked closer to the gate side.

"It's already late, Honey. Come to my room and let me make love to you through the night."

"I need a man that can penetrate me through the backside. It's been days since I experienced doggy style."

"Spend the night with me for just a few dollars."

"Is that not Zuma?"

"He looked like him."

"Hey! Come here...What's wrong with you?"

He ignored the invitations o