"Oh nothing." The coy tone of her voice let him know she had something up her sleeve."Right, nothing. You just decided to meet me in that dress," he s...id, looking up and down her body, the dress hugging the curves of her breasts and hips, "which, I might add is very nice on you, with a glass of wine and a giggle worthy of a teenage cheerleader." Uh huh," she beamed, taking a small sip of her wine.He took a sip, then a larger drink, the start of the weekend apparently beginning now."So what do. I held my breath as I inserted the key in the slot and breathed a sigh of relief when it turned and the door was unlocked.I resumed my snooping after I had went down and hid the key in as safe a place as possible. I started with her underclothes. I didn't want to lift any of them out of their place so I just looked at them. Nothing too sexy there. It was mostly the usual cotton-panties. What struck me was the under-representation of bras. Either she didn't use them, had so firm breasts that she. She felt a wave of excitement sweep through her."It has to be; look at them; they keep looking around to see if anyone is watching."Don raised his hand to silence her and let the curtain drop."The manager came out behind them; he pointed in this direction."Janice moved across the room. She pushed the bottle and glasses back slightly, arranging them in some semblance of order; then she sat down in the chair beside the bed. Don looked at her and grinned, then moved across toward the door.A knock. ‘Baby spit up everywhere.’ I then busted out laughing. With a look of bemused shock, she hit me in the shoulder. ‘I am sorry for the snooping, but I really could not help myself. I have spent so many months angry and hurt and just feeling like a piece of shit.’ ‘And here, in front of me, was an unedited view of your world. What I did was untrustworthy, but I had to know. I am sorry I have broken your confidence, to have taken advantage of a person who was in need that I helped. I feel like I.