She was drinking her wine and acting like Cleopatra. This is what she’d do with her boyfriend. Of course, she never puts out. But, today she was goi...g to be putting out for me, she just didn’t know it yet. “Let’s go to my bed. I want to pleasure you now.” “Okay!” We both got out of the tub and we wrapped the fluffy towels that I had put out for us. We dried each other and then walked to the bedroom. We stood in front of each other and shared a passionate kiss. I took Lisa’s towel off of her. Her thumb struck the wheel. Fuck him. The flame glowed with gentle warmth in her hand. Fuck them all. She stood unsteadily on the pitched surface and turned the bottle up. It splashed against her bare feet, surprisingly warm, and ran down the roof away from her, soaking into the shingles as it went. Her eyes lifted again to the sunrise, which in another mood she might have considered a beautiful promise of a fresh new day. The tiny flame in her hand seemed more promising to her at the moment.. It was the final straw and I started to sob, years of pain and sadness flowed from me as I held her in my arms.Eventually it had to end and I lifted my head to look at her again. I could see that she had been crying too."You're here? You're really here? How long?" I steeled myself for the answer; knowing that the respite from anguish was only temporary, but needing to know so I could prepare myself."As long as you'll have me, if you still do, that is." There's never been anyone else." I know. .she stuttered. "Don't worry your husband told me you guys were staying at the Hiltons, in room 608" "Okay" she said grabbing Jamal's arm. I stood there in the restroom when I heard the door open. I could hear laughing and giggles coming from Jasmine and Jamal. I could hear Jasmine say "take me to the bedroom". I heard the bedroom door open. I slowly opened the bathroom door, all the lights in the suite were off except the lone lamp in the bedroom. I looked inside and saw Jasmine and.