"What's your room number?" he asked."1027" How about I come up there in about 5 or 10 minutes? I'll bring along my PC, and a couple more beers." Sound... great." I replied as he got off the elevator at his floor.Onward to my room, I dropped my pc on the bed and started to open the carrying case to set it up on the desk. I walked to the window, pulling the shades just a bit to the side for a nice high level view over the grounds of he hotel, and off in the distance a bit of the Orlando sky line. I. I will load the truck for a getaway if we need it." We loaded the truck and walked next door. In that garage, we found a Miata with a stick shift. There was what appeared to be an extra set of keys on the wall. The battery was dead but it could be jump-started. We managed to push it off and let it run to charge the battery. The gas tank was almost full. I liked it because it would be quick and highly maneuverable.We left the garage door open and I noticed an opener on the visor. I tested it and. I'dseen what some of them could do.I didn't think I was going to be able to talk my mom out of thisdecision though. In the end we found a style we liked that was verypretty, and feminine. My anxiety increased when I realized that aponytail would still show the soft curls and waves that the stylepromised to give me. But it was too late. The stylist led me back and started washing myhair. It would only be a matter of time until I doomed Brett to amiserable school existence!After the washing, she. That night when her husband came home from somewhere there was nothing special happening and I just had some dinner and went up to my room. To my surprise the curtain was still open and I thought nothing much about it until a heard a sound from Mrs. Shanti’s room. I quickly turned off the lights and took out my binoculars to peek. And I saw her husband grab her and throw her on the bed and he immediately ripped her clothes off.Then he must have realized the curtains were open. But Mrs. Shanti.