I went to her room and saw that the light was on and she was brushing her hair. Her back was towards me so I knocked the door to make my presence know.... She looked back at me and invited me to sit on bed and I saw that she had an old album opened.It was of a marriage function and I started leafing through it with her and we were joking about everyone’s dresses. She had her hand on my shoulder while laughing and I looked at her. I had strong feelings by that time and I took her hand in my hands. Her hands were on the door in seconds, frantic to unlock the chain lock and deadbolt and open the portal to a whole new version of herself. She took a deep, shaky breath and turned the doorknob. He was taller than she had expected. His dark brown hair was cut short, and flecked with grey at the temples. He brushed indifferently past her, smelling of coffee and some kind of cinnamon-y scent she couldn’t quite place. He set his suitcase down on the worn green carpet, turned around, and finally. The couple had by now, not surprisingly, exchanged mobile numbers, and texts went back and forth each telling the other how much they felt about them and what they wanted to be doing with them.Although it was what they both craved actually having sex every day was not really practical but the announcement by Emily's husband Arthur that he was going on a golfing weekend the following Friday brought joy to both of them.Even then it was not practical for them to spend the entire weekend together. Thankfully: unlimited wishes. I wish that your meal at this topless restaurant is free if the waitress doesn't let you massage her breasts.“Excuse me sir, did you enjoy your meal?” She said, essentially presenting her breasts for me to play with. She was smiling, but in her eyes, I saw she was carrying the weight of a million bad life choices, racking her brain to find out what kind of financial trouble had driven her to work minimum wage in such an awful place.But, hey, it’s none of my.