I hurried to the coat check and got my comfortingly cheap Wisconsin winter jacket. Then I went down to the Bell Desk in the lobby.“Ich hätte gerne ...in Taxi, bitte,” I said. (I’d like a taxi please.)“Wohin, Fräulein?” asked the man at the Bell Desk. (Where to, miss?)“Zermatt,” I said. “Jagerhof Hotel.”“Das wird viel kosten, Fräulein.” (That will cost a lot, miss.)“Kann ich mit Kreditkarte bezahlen?” (Can I pay with a credit card?)“Ich bin sicher, du kannst das,” he said, beckoning a bellboy. (I. Debbie was just about fully awake by now, and as she put down the note she realized her body was telling her it was quite time to get to the bathroom and get rid of some used wine. She stood herself up on slightly aching legs, did the best she could to pull her shirt-tails around her perfectly curved hips and walked out into the hallway.The house was a rambler, and as she exited the guest room Debbie noticed she had a view down the hall back towards the living room. "Looks like we did polish. A druggy slut. He told her to get out. He packed all of her stuff, flushed all her drugs down the toilet, paid for a hotel for a year, and told her that she did not deserve him or me. She left and spent half of the money on drugs and alcohol. I haven't seen her since, nor do I want to. Ever since then, me and daddy have moved into a huge mansion and he works 4 days a week (now, he used to work 6). He spends all the other time with me. He has more than enough money, and we both know it. He. It surprised me when one popped out of my mouth. "Can I ask a question, Puppy?" I said shyly, using the nickname he'd had since high school. Big, blonde, and clumsy, the lanky teen had earned the name from someone who had a Golden Retriever puppy with the same tendencies, and it had stuck, though I was really the only one who ever used it anymore. "Mm? Sure honey, what is it?" he mumbled drowsily, and I felt his hand drift down to give my butt a gentle squeeze. "Do you- do you ever.