Repeating, bores oneself, so I started crawling through her dress.Successfully, I made all the way to those bare boobs. Guys! You should really take a...note of this. It was really warm in there, like a bonfire in times of winter. But that was a necessary evil, after all. My cold palms, slowly woke her up, due to the chillness. In a flash of second, I removed my hand out of her boobs. I have to wait for that long, tiresome, one more hour, to wait for her to sleep. I already told you, that I have. Whoever cleans this motel deserved an award. I put my hand to the receiver and turned to him, "They put me on hold." Makes sense," he said, "It's Friday night. Probably a lot of pizzas getting ordered."I cradled the phone in the crook of my neck, pointing my tattoo at him, and acted like I was making idle conversation. "So what's the tattoo for?"He smiled a little, revealing perfectly straight teeth, "It's nothing much, I've just been pretty lucky in life that's all."I nodded. I hope so for after dessert we will invite you the audience to become both fairy and insect and to encourage you for the dessert we will have on stage a sample of that dessert, especially made for our ladies in the audience. Don't be disappointed Gentlemen we have something for you as well". He gave a clap and this time the main light beam embraced three men being carried out on a stretcher, all were naked and all sporting erections. They were put down and then six naked women; all well endowed. The walls of my office are white, but I must endure the walnut desk with its dark leather chair since I inherited them from the previous occupant. I am within walking distance from my flat, but in the underground car park of the flats is my Porsche. Money, clothes, expensive holidays and work that I can handle with ease, what more could a girl ask for, so why am in not content, why is there this continual dissatisfaction? If only I had a few more friends, not men of course, we all know what.