Whilst I always hope to meet a lovely woman for some company, the reality is this is never as easy as one's fantasies would suggest. You look at the ...ervices card they place on the desk area offering various services. They never seem to have what everyone wants surely; they offer breakfast, faxing, printing, dinner, room service, but never a massage or blowjob let alone a fuck. I still look in the pointless hope that one day this may be offered. The magazine drawer has a local businesses. I ordered a hamburger and another Dos Equis and enjoyed the sea breeze and the sea. Mom had been living in central Florida but had finally decided to live with me in Los Angeles. My persistent requests had eventually worked. Mom was just past fifty and had just won a battle with pneumonia that she almost lost because she waited too long to see a doctor. My sister and I suspected she did not care whether she lived or died. Dad had been killed in a traffic accident by a drunk driver almost two. I can’t breathe so I stop fighting. You don’t say a word. You don’t tell me to hush – you don’t have to … I get the point and realize that if I fight this will end badly. So I stop struggling and wait for a better moment when I can resist and maybe get away then … You tie my hands behind my back and take your belt off for my ankles but you don’t hog tie me just bind my ankles so tight it hurts to move them … the hard leather from the belt is burning on my skin but I don’t say anything out of. There are three utterly lovely rooms, each with a bathroom of its very own, don't you know! Now why am I not in one of those, if you please?" she demanded. As upset as she was, her Irish brogue had returned in full force.Looking up from her preliminary food preparation Barbara said, "Servants' quarters? You want to see the servants' quarters? Come with me."Leading the way to her apartment she said, "Please remember that I'm Susan's body slave while my husband — future husband — Steve Sloan, is.