Yes I had the room too and I had checked in first. Apparently his wife had checked her in, couldn’t find the room key, and had used her passkey to o...en the door for the woman. When she demanded that the desk clerk give her another room he told her that he didn’t have any more rooms. Finally out of suggestions and getting desperate she sat down on my bed to think her situation over. Neither one of us knew of another motel along the way. We had both come in from the west and hadn’t seen another. Then as she adjusted the fountain in the bidet after peeing she heard the paper slap the carpet in the hallway. After a refreshing rinse of herself she put on a robe over her naked body and tip-toed to get the paper and then sat in the living room and perused the news of the day. After just a few minutes she caught herself dozing off."What am I doing up at 7 a.m. if I'm so tired I can't even read 2 pages of the paper?" She thought to herself.She got up and slipped off her robe, laying it at the. There were passages that were memorized and characters that would speak to me at the oddest of times. Then one day I realized that the characters that were speaking to me weren’t from any book or story that I had read, but rather from books and stories that I had yet to write. It was an odd revelation, that. I had dabbled in writing, in creating my own style of storytelling. I found it odd that my forte and my talent lay in the erotic. I wasn’t very experienced sexually, but in my imagination,. “She won’t be back until tomorrow, she would go crazy if she saw us in the shower”, he said. “Yes, I can imagine”, she said, washing the shampoo out of her hair. After showering and dressing they went out to the car and he drove to the beach. “I’m not going swimming though”, she said, watching his face for some kind of expression. “Well neither am I”, he said, in a rather amusing tone. When they got to the beach they just sat in the sand, looking out at the water. “It’s nice here”, she said, he.