I opened the door. She stood there with a bottle of vodka, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of orange juice. She asked, "How about a screw . . . driver?"...Great double entendre, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with. Shampoo, soap, a few gentle massages and scratches, and you're rinsing off. Stepping out, the mirror is only slightly fogged and you can see your bed in its reflection. Towelling yourself off impatiently; you just want to crawl into bed. Closing the door slightly as you hang your towel up on the door, jumping into bed, and under the covers in 30 seconds. Letting out a sigh your eyes close, and sleep wraps around you. Shortly before, Keys rattle, the door opens, one more look around is all. .. Voices. I started out of my reverie. Steven was home! I decided to surprise him. I placed the book where I had found it and crept towards his bedroom door.But there was more than one voice outside the apartment. A woman’s, too. My eyes narrowed. Who was this bitch? As the door swung open I pulled back to avoid detection.“-again for coming over on such short notice, Rose,” Steven said.“No problem,” replied the mysterious Rose, with a slight Chinese accent. “Thank you for carrying the table. I. I look over and coach and coach2 are sitting at a far table having coffee and I go over as the team boards the bus. Well I knew you’d figure it out BT get your fine ass up to room 321 after the last game our last game is at 4 if we win all three Sunday games start at noon. We lose right out of the gate so the whole day just drags but around 4:30 my excitement starts to peak, once we return to the hotel I go up and shower shave my mons and put on stockings and a garter with no cup bra, I wear a.