I took a couple of tentative steps forward."Good evening, girls, I..." I halted in mid sentence, looking down. I was standing on a mattress! "Wait ......what is going on here?"I looked up, shocked. The entire room was lit with soft lights and candlelight. The floors were covered, wall to wall, with mattresses and blankets and comforters. Around the perimeter of the room were some old, soft, overstuffed sofas and dozens upon dozens of soft, fluffy throw pillowsBut it wasn't the furniture that. I have been traveling extensively for business for the past f******n years and when I discuss my job with friends they always seem to think that I lead a glamorous lifestyle, little do they realize how hard and boring in can be. When I started traveling I thought I would be meeting exciting people, especially women, how naïve I was. For years nothing major happened, until one night in New York City. I had a two day business trip to New York and I had called some friends of mine, Mike and. I guess old habits die hard. So go ahead and do it. I won’t watch if you don’t want me to.”“Oh my god Mom, it’s bad enough that you caught me doing it. Now you’re telling me to keep doing it, and you would watch if I let you.”In an embarrassed whisper, I said, “Oops, sorry, another slip of the tongue. I watched your father, so that kind of just came out.”The noise from the next room got louder and then just stopped.Still keeping my voice low, I smiled at Brad and said, “I guess they’re. Bra, knickers, blouse, socks, skirt, tie, jumper,school shoes, hair done neatly, obligatory slides and clips to keep itthat way..for now. A quick check in the mirror and off downstairs forbreakfast. Being the first one down nobody heard or saw her enter andstart to prepare for the others. The tip tapping of her tiny heels, theway she moved around, her skirt brushing against her legs, the slightpull of her bra as she leant over the put the plates down. Just a girlgetting the breakfast.