Thursday, Dec 26
Its been 2 days. I feel like a virgin again. Palms sweaty. Hands shaking. Eyes darting around. I’m Joe Montana and its Super Bowl Sunday. 4x4 doesn’t open til 2pm, but MMUK and I are at Alazar by 11:30, slicing Viagras.

We’re the first ones in 4x4. There are only a few girls there. Shit, will this living hell continue? "Gee," I start thinkg, "Don's starting to look good in that robe."

Then in walks Pilar and Rebecca. Holy shit. I’ve heard that Rebecca’s an All Star, but Pilar…implausibly perfect. 5’6”, thin, tight, perfect dark skin. Dark green eyes. Incredible smile. Sweet personality. I dish Rebecca off to MM. Pilar is a decent performer, but I’d have paid the fee just to set there and watch her fix her hair, which she did frequently. Now I know why guys keep coming back to Rio.

But today's about volume. No time for obsessions. Gotta put up some numbers. So, MM and I go to Monte Carlo. He goes up with a girl as I'm shopping, and then, when he's coming back, I'm going up. He says he'll wait. Then, as I'm ambling back down, he's going back up. Three hours later, we've both done THREE.

Its like the 1,000 meter terma relay, but instead of a baton we've got condoms.

This is a good city for volume.