'It's a chamber pot!' I think excitedly'That's what it is! It's all water fed chamber pot. Just like the sink.I push the handle again, I watched the w...ter disappearing, this is neat!Don't need it, but it's neat! quite unusual.I wish I wasn't being watched. I know I'm being watched. I can feel it.Don't know by what? I'd love to pull my books out and write about thisright now. I go back into the main room or what I'm gonna call thebedroom now, I sit on the bed and look around some more. I see a. "Take off the dress, bitch. Just the dress. I'll be right back." She was laying there, a vision of beauty, when I got back. Her fingers were tickling her thighs. Her breasts were heaving with expectation. I worked the latches on the suitcase and opened it with tantalizing slowness. "I bought you a little something special for tonight, slut. Your own private wedding dress to go with what you're wearing." I held it up. What there was of it was white. Like her lingerie, there wasn't anything. "I love you so much. And I love you even more for making me do this." She took twenty seconds to fix her slutty lipstick in the mirror, then headed for the dressing-room door. "Break a leg," I said. She looked at me like I had turned green. "Huh?" Old theater superstition," I said. "It means, 'good luck.' I'll explain later." "Oh. Okay." and then she swept out. I hurried to my seat at ringside just as a funky, sexual rock-and-roll beat began to pound through the club, and Millie stepped out. “Thank you,” I said“No worries, I will meet you in the lobby,” he said and left the roomI dressed up and we both had a reservation for a rooftop dinner. We were enjoying the privileges of a honeymooner couple. We had a nice dinner and totally forgot about the awkward incidents that took place. Paul behaved like a true gentleman and I enjoyed all the attention.After dinner, it was bedtime. That’s when all the incidents struck back. As we entered the room, we stared at each other and then the.