We would never rush these clandestine meetings. Our kisses were long and passionate; our tongues penetrating each other’s mouths, a fencing match wi...h no loser. She liked to play with my hair with one hand, the other slowly stroking my back. My hands would wander her body like nomads traversing the desert dunes, stopping to linger on a breast, or to slide under a garter strap just to imagine that I was bound to her in these intimate moments. I would kiss my way along the side of her long. His hips started tomove and she matched his rhythm, hands on his thighs and breast formsbrushing against his knees, her hair sweeping across her cheeks andearrings bumping against her neck. She was caught up in the moment,almost, but not quite, forgetting where she was or what she was, a manpretending to be a woman, in the hotel room of a stranger who'd givenher flowers, giving him a blowjob. Steve's hips bucked and the condomchanged shape, then end filling suddenly with a warm thick. I put her off, but I was certainly contemplating it. Just before Valentine's Day I was getting terribly antsy. I went to bed fairly early and went right off to sleep. Sometime during the night, I became aware of an arm around me and someone snuggled up to me. "You're awake."I lay still before answering. She got a little closer if that was possible. "Karen, what are you doing here?" I'm interviewing for the permanent position as mother to Billy and Betty. I have several qualifications I think. Your mouth drops open as you recognize Ruby walking into the room. She has noticed you as well, your tattoos draw her attention, then your beauty registers in her eyes as well. Her lips part letting her draw a deep breath almost gasping in interest of your appearance. She walks over to you saying "hello, I'm Ruby, may I ask your name?" Your eyes grow wide and reply "Karen, my name is Karen."Ruby tells you that she is passing through for a shoot and they have a layover. She has been cooped up in.