He made her heart sing and tonight was perfect evidence that he could brighten up a bad day. She ran to the shower and washed quickly, not wanting to ...aste a minute of time. Mason wanted to convey to Neal that she wanted him to come back to her place tonight and fuck her brains out, but she didn’t want to be trampy. She had just the right outfit to wear, a very elegant black satin dress she’d bought a year before but never had a chance to wear. The dress was snug, with a slit up the right side. Hasn’t Monique got a pretty mouth? I just love kissing her.”I looked at Monique’s pretty face, and that sexy mouth, with just the hint of a pout, and I said, “I noticed that the first time I saw her.”“You mean to say you were ogling me, when you should have been paying attention to what I was saying?” Monique asked, pretending to be annoyed.“I’m only human,” I said, “You can’t blame me. Besides, you had my full attention, trust me.”“Well, we’ve established that Mr Brooks here finds Miss Saigon. I opened it to see that the housekeeper assigned to our room was standing there with his towel cart and brooms ready to do his daily room clean. He was a young man of slight build with coffee colored skin as was typical of the local people. We were not quite ready to leave yet and Cherry still hadn't changed out of her back nightie but were happy to let him in and make the room up while we finished packing our gear. I made some small talk with the cleaner and while he had basic english skills. So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby area had seemed decent enough. Gold and plush velvet, like a gilded age theatre. Were they going to the opera? No, he’d expect us to be better dressed. Is it an art gallery? No, there had been no big windows to invite the public to see what avante garde work was being shown for them to want. .