I closed my eyes and gave into the feelings of relaxation. I moaned a little, this guy really knew his stuff. I felt pressure on my thigh and opened h...lf closed eyes to see Tiny's big paw of a hand on my exposed thigh. I shifted slightly but didn’t object, instead I closed my eyes again leaning my head back as Joe’s hands worked on my shoulders. “Feels good don’t it girl?” Tiny asked as his own hand began to move up and down my thigh. I knew I should have told him to stop and all of them to get. But in the last couple of months hes starting to come around more. I very subtle about it, but I kind of told him that I was there for him with whatever changes he was going through. And he has opened up to me. The other day I was so happy, because he requested to get up at 6am for school, and so I woke him up, and he got in the shower. But see he gets in there and sleeps on the floor with the shower running on hot for 25 mintues! So I went in and told him that he needs to wash. He is getting. So there he was, in front of the door of room 136 at just after 8pm. But what if he had remembered the room number wrong? Why didn't he bother to write it down? After all, he had no other way of contacting her. What if the door opened to some obese German tourist, or worse, what if there was no response at all? He put his fears into the box labelled 'you really are a twat sometimes' and knocked on the door. It couldn't have been more than 5 seconds before she answered but it felt like an. Claire and Maisie had used Cece’s room and Cece and Jo had used Jo’s room. Maisie’s room was storing all the packed clothes and personal items they had owned, ready for them to leave with folks later today.Grabbing a coffee and refilling her mother’s cup, Jo came and sat close to Claire. “Did I hear a mobile a little while ago?” Jo asked“Yep, that was my little wake call from your father.” Claire explained. “He just wanted to make sure that we had a nice evening and to tell me what had been.